To a New Reality Tuned not to the wakened God we feel Only the currents of our mortality, As if this chiaroscuro of life were real And all our former lives a fantasy. Yet are there moments when we draw within And sense or feel a Presence secretly Reminding us of our occult origin, Though we but listen momentarily. Aware or not the evolution proceeds And the prize for which we came must still be won, To ferret out the false and learn the needs Of soul at the dawn of a greater sun. Yet in a dramatic hour all can change, Expose the tenebrous treacheries that lie Embedded in our tissues,disarrange Their potencies of death that nu

A Voice He Must Obey He felt the emptiness of futile acts, The waste of words without the force to change, The brilliant summaries of brilliant minds That posited their sureties in strange And abstruse symbols, arcane fields of thought Pegged to the cognoscenti or chosen elite But could not move the heart nor touch the soul With light and all their aptitude effete To those who search for truth's awakening Ray That lives behind the obvious form of things And seeks to penetrate impervious clay, The shell of all our dark imprisonings. Turning to the inmost depths more real Than the fanciful imaginings of dreams He sought the wi

Flame of God On far horizons and approaches near I hear a million-voiced choir, the music of man, I see him in his labour toil in pain For sustenance since consciousness began To aggrandise for a moment round his star The plenitudes entrusted to his care. I too have lived within the ego's shell Only now a little broken here and there By the influx of a great transforming might, The radiant gaze of a magnetizing look That holds me willing captive to a course The soul has chosen, reaching for the hook Of truth on which the future's fate depends As falsehood holds the world in its dying grasp And evil yet stays the reign of light and l

Upon the Threshold I hold Thee close, a vision to attain Despite the daily perfidies of mind, Desire's play, body's intransigence And habit's tendrils tight around me twined. I know Thee for a Presence and a Grace And slowly to Thy thrilling touch awake, My life a prayer grown ever more intense My soul aware within Thy gifts partake. Purify this being Thou hast held Through lives unknown and journeys without end And births unnumbered countless as the stars All my consciousness on Thee attend. We stand upon the threshold of a world Whose light of truth shall mitigate the pain Of otherness with which we've clothed our kind, A

For We Alone. . . Only God's fingers can unknot The cord of ego binding us, Rewrite the script, undo the plot And raise the soul like Lazarus, Remove the crown of ignorance That heavy weighs upon our head, Redress the role of fate and chance That dogs the living and the dead. For we alone are impotent To quell the forces plaguing us, Mind unwilling to relent, The vital still obstreperous, And body's fixed rigidity Reject the light that would descend, Inhibit the inborn Deity, And all our human error end.

Advent of the Bride September 1999 Bright are those heavens beyond the mind's purview That beckon through the torrent and the tide, Yet brighter still the light now sifting through Earth's air upon the advent of the bride.

To Mother and Sri Aurobindo Only the Faithful Only the faithful see through the world's tears Or those who from an inner witness' seat Have stilled the mind, unburdened of the years, The Grace that from the earth shall not retreat, The plenitude of light the Master brought, The Mother's force and deep-compassioned care, A harmony that out of silence wrought, The fragrance of God's sweetness in the air. What treasures lie within our human grasp When errors of the lower nature fall And being yields delighted to His clasp And in the ear is heard the mystic call. As the lover of our souls is seen And a cry of recognition fills

The Indwelling Deity 1/23/01 The voices of sorrow sing their haunting songs Enticing the emotional soul to weep, To grieve for all injustices, the wrongs Our life has seen and from some horror's deep Recall those visions of terror, the history Of evil acts and goodness met by Death The hunter, stalking with impunity The aging frame, catching our final breath. Profligates we have squandered the gifts of the sun, A penury of being our pallid change. For lost is the view of the ancient One And gone is his smile from the human range

Night Passages 12/14/01 As I drift half-consciously to sleep I hold a blessing packet in my hand, Charged with grace and given me to keep The hounds of night at bay and countermand The voices dark that softly bid us leave Our sweetness' sanctuary close within For wanton ways that make the spirit grieve, Turning from light to welcome darkness in. We must discern the false, become aware Of worlds in worlds that cunningly do hide The demon in the garb of forms so fair Who would our earthly progress cast aside; Protect the soul fr

Truth or the Abyss Remembering the terrorist attacks on America and the Mother's message of 1967* Our reasoned knowledge resolute and sure The inner spirit's guidance would defame, For only what is caught by mind is pure All else a sham inconsequential game. How fine this vast and subtle intellect That even bends the Scripture to its cause This summit-mind free of all defect Whose brilliant working formulates our laws Equating right with evil's dark demands. The reckoning hour suddenly shall arrive To test the base on which our being stands, And though the soul eternal shall survive Will mental man refuse the Godhead