In the Dark as In the Light 1/13/08 When night upon the landscape of my mind Cast shadows velvet-soft and trees were still I lay awake and dreamed of things to be And chanced upon a corridor of light. I entered a silent room without walls. And there I saw the Mother of all lives. Her smile will heal the sorrow of the world And reunite the spirit with its source. I will survive to live my life of praise For I have

Evolution of the Superman 1/1/08 I walked among life's abject poverty Saw the cruelly broken bones of a beggar's child, The bleeding stumps of lepers accosted me, Human chattel, beaten and defiled. One cannot know the dark depravity Of beings void of soul or tenderness Or to what depths of heartless brutality Man stoops to feed his wilful wantonness. We rage against the world's atrocities But powerless our force unless we yield To a higher truth above that knows and sees God slain, reborn, on life's vast battlefield Working out a supremely conscious plan, The evolution of the Superman.

An Image More Divine How, you may ask, can the worldbe saved From greed and the power-lust ofmen? Is there a harmony that can befound Stronger than the fabric of themind And the duality that plagues oursouls? Is there a unity that can enfold Multiplicity and sense ofseparate self, Or a transcendent universal faith That wraps all dogma anddiversity Into a vision of oneness anddelight Where life is sacred and evolvingman Transition from a finitedeath-bound form, Discard the animal remnants thatremain, Cast off the mantle of doubt anddisbelief Becoming That for which our soulstook birth And ventured through the vastdomains of space To find

From My Room In Lodi Ashram I watch the traffic of the speeding world, The ceaseless commerce on the roads of time, The caution lights, the pulsing stop and go Of these frail engines. What is the paradigm We seek, what destiny, what impulse drives The traveller in fast approaching night Where danger lurks at known and unknown turns? The blurring streaks of green and red and white Are beautiful against the evening sky And yet the energy

A Diviner Plan Day comes a boon to the world weary eye And morning lights the corridors of mind Is there yet hope for human destiny A way beyond our warring selves to find. Now is the spring when wintry hearts awake To beauty and the choruses of earth A wealth of greens is canvas to remake Our sleep-bound thoughts to promise of new birth. The moon has not renounced her mystic glow The apple blooms, the cherry and the rose, Is the magic any less, the overflow

Spring Blessings All was ice and frozen were my dreams Earth lay beneath a blanket strewn by God, Eternal snowfalls whitening the world. Now death in an in an interminable hour Had silenced hope when beauty disappeared. Beneath me life was stilled, no sound was heard Of waking bud piercing through the crust Of matter's density, the somnolence Of a silent world that lay in white repose. Below one could not see, all closed to view, Above a frozen firmament in time. And then the miracle recurred once more, The land awoke and I the sleeper arose Unsteady with the heaving of the heart. The sudden spring before my window burst In waves of co

Divine Awakenings His path was built on faulty blocks And set upon unsteady sand A stranger in our eastern climes And difficult to understand. Unknown the damage he might do By feeding the fires of discontent And yet the inner core was true Though what he said was rarely meant. For there are those who use the word As weapon and as rapier, To argue is their one delight And truth is without substance there. Still, good is captain of the soul Waiting till the cage door swings Then out will it fly and to our li

The Glory of the Supermind Walking lonely, walking blind In the outposts of the mind I came into a silent space Where troubled thought could find no place And error was a stranger there. There was such magic in the air The bursting soul in me took flight At once so filled with strange delight I flew above myself and then Looked down upon the lives of men Foiled by desire and deceit Could find no avenue for feet That wandered from the paths of God, Into the darkest regions trod Or thorn-strewn paths aware no more Of all that they had been before Descent into the earthly life With all its suffering and strife, And yet I sa

Compassionate Teacher of My Soul 2/29/08 He sowed the seeds of promise in my soul And spoke to me in gentle cadences Of the breaking by the present of the past. For Supermind will not abide the mind Imposed by man, for mind is ignorance. "In six months or possibly one year You will face some problems with your health. Do you have any trouble breathing now?" I answered that I did and he replied, "Follow your breathing for five minutes each day. It is not necessary to hold the nose And the unimportant techniques they have devised, And do not overwork, accomplish things Steadily and in a small way No flash, for this is always

Look Forward Life Where now, the questing mind would know Where, saith the heart, the awful blow Reverberating still in the soul’s space, No hopes, no dreams, lost is all trace Of her love, her gentleness and care That cradled our dreams in a fragrant air, Her laughter that still through flowers blows Her smile as perfect as the rose. Look forward life, look not back At how she met the great attack Of cancer with a trusting will That strengthened as the time grew ill For hope that we might find a cure Or gain a day by some detour Around the dwelling-place of death. I watched the slowing of her breath And sang my mant