Awakening to Inborn Light We know not what the hour shall reveal Yet all our acts on certainty are built, Ignorant and blind still we feel Accomplishment and shun the weight of guilt. Rarely do we turn our gaze within To view the miracle of soul and space, The wonders of the spirit mid the din Of days and miss the ever-welcoming Grace. This moment in the panoply of life With all our stars and all our hopes aligned, When peace descends mid all our warring strife, Arriving late to consciousness shall find The secret of the godhead's plunge to earth, The meaning and the message of our birth.

To Mother and Sri Aurobindo Holocaust of Man The blue and pristine lakes polluted now, Work of the ego-self of man, his greed A tempest of desire's endless flow, His skies a dark miasma sorrowing bleed Their acid rain and weep the tears of death. The forests fall and life-forms disappear, The seas are drowned in effluent, our breath Labours in fumes of a noxious atmosphere. Disaster and chaos sweep the suffering earth And caught in the rapids of our errant deeds We are carried from birth to meaningless birth Playthings and puppets of wild and wanton needs. But Two have come to set earth's destiny, Progenitors of godhead's r

The Work Before Us As the drama of our lives intensifies And moves toward a high predestined close We are given the Word whose truth revivifies, A joy intoned above death's final throes. But if we look behind or tell our stars The future stillborn lies within the womb Of sleep for we treasure too dear our wounds and scars And higher possibilities entomb. We must shed the mantle of our beleaguered past, Our charge is to refuse our former state, Dismiss the actors of our makeshift cast The febrile attitudes of mind negate Nor walk on tired thoroughfares of thought That nowhere lead and higher gifts misspend, As vagrants boarding

Behind the Veil of Form Seated in the holiest of shrines A Presence works unseen by mortal eye Unknown to mankind's outward-gazing view Whose limit is the reaches of the sky. He who threads the fabric of our lives And moves in us as comrade, brother, seer, Beloved paves the Way through centuries And measures not the hour nor the year. His purpose clear who shapes our destiny Even our rebellion understands, To free from bondage the imprisoned soul And lift us with supreme almighty hands To heights divine and growth in rarefied air, Affranchised from the age of our despair.

The Aspiration of My Life Make me conscious, doubt rescind, The spools of memory unwind, In a naked blaze of offering Union with Thee let me find. All my sorrows, all my tears Are spent, for Thee alone I pray And consecrate each conscious breath, Renew with every passing day The aspiration of my life, The promises my soul shall keep, In every cell repeat Thy name That from my heart a flame shall leap To meet the One who from me hides Yet in my greater self abides.

New Morning A mockingbird morning and the sky a song. Thrilled, my spirit lighter than the air Soared aloft among the winged throng That brightly flocked in coloured waves of prayer. A morning to see the wings of God unfold Transporting us to worlds above our dreams And wake to a vision every heart might hold, Of a golden light cascading down in streams As golden children whose eyes aflame with love Dance amidst our frail mortality; A psychic emancipation from above The ultimate sanction of divinity. From this plinth of matter we must r

Blessings of the One We are moved by a joy that hides within the stars And all the fine distractions of the world, Called by a being that seems asleep and curled On a plaited mat within these prison-bars. He said: "Our soul is not in us, we are Within the soul", and all our outward view Must redirect, our sight to see anew That which now is near and yet so far. Time slows and the years of search and seize Yield to the meditative inward look As if the pages of our life a book Of wonder sheaves caught by a sudden breeze, Illumined by the splendid rays of sun Baring the Self to vast experience; The life-force in the body, mind

For Mary Helen Where The Mother Is In the calm abode behind the heart I hear Thoughts that lie too deep for mind to sound A voice that in the stillness speaks so clear, The auditory province of the soul. I have looked into the very face of fear When body assailed by cancer's force grew pale, And felt the Presence drawing ever near And knew the Grace that guides with sure control Every moment's destiny and know That where the Mother is ourselves abide, And when we plunge in the Unknown we go Towards Her light that leads us to our goal, A life eternal gathered round Their feet, The Lord's embrace, most beautiful, most swee

Mary Helen, Soul of Light What star aloft could represent her soul That brighter shines than heaven's galaxies, Whose orbit trails the Mother's diamond light In joyous wake upon God's timeless seas. What planet, moon or nebula would turn From her brightening smile embracing time and space, Her self of calm and poise of settled bliss, Or dare refute those burning orbs of grace That look on life with heaven's tenderness, And symbolize the spirit's dateless quest. In her the truth of womanhood affirmed, Beloved one, blessed among the blest.

Fountain of the World's Delight.htm Fountain of the World's Delight I hold in the eye of memory A small and sacred anteroom Filled with a thousand offerings And flower tributes in full bloom. I climbed in silence stair by stair And entered a still and spaceless vast And seated there on a throne-like chair The world's supreme iconoclast. In a body beautiful and bright She smiled at me with love replete, Incarnate in Her house of light I knelt before her stainless feet. And all my being did resile From errant paths and denser ways For She my spirit held awhile And caught me in Her prescient gaze. Reborn in the presence of an ageless Fa