Darshan and Meditation with the Mother, 1961 I stood as one whose feet were set in stone So potent was the brilliance of Her smile And in the moment knew that She alone Would heal the ancient ills of earth, the vile That festers in her womb of sanctity. She bade me enter, I knelt before Her feet And then a force of love enveloped me And suddenly my seeking was complete For I had found the One my heart had sought Through many a life and death within the soul, And though a thousand battles must be fought Before the way was cleared to view the goal, She whom the ages praise prepared my way And cleaved the

Matrimandir Gardens - Garden of Youth I know a garden where the roses burn And lilies catch the nectar of the sun, Where hearts shall bloom and youthful feet shall turn Toward the golden soil in joy to run Where jasmines of the night and day impress Upon the crystal air perfumed delight And Nature in a multi-coloured dress Grows radiant with pure celestial light. Here God may roam as once He did before And we shall work to fill His vast desire, While in the cups of peonies a core Of molten stamens holds the ancient fire; Descending from Beauty's realm it slows to wait On man's ascent to his diviner state.

A New World Blossoms A new world blossoms in earth's deep core, My soul in offering I bring And yield to a voice that has called before Where the poets of the morning sing. I have seen flowers abloom in night And visions of heavenly galaxies Where lives the Bringer of the Light Who sheds on man His ecstasies. We live in darkness who bear the sun Within our sealed and sacred breast, Illumined by the luminous One We shall survive the ages test And human into god shall break And of His endless joy partake.

In This Turbulent Time of Change As floating leaves upon an autumn stream Pass before our eyes and disappear So too these wandering thoughts, vague wisps of dream Shall vanish as the drying of a tear. For in the calm of mind Thy image place And in the seeking heart Thy peace install, In gratitude let us open to Thy Grace Resist the lower nature's tempting call. The deepening centre of the inner seeing Where peace surrounds and slowly penetrates The thickened tissue of the ego-being Finds the consciousness of higher states. We grow and in this turbulent time of change The spirit willingly participates, Gathers t

Lover of My Soul 11/21/01 I've known behind Thy smile the Fire's force Incinerating veils of ignorance Igniting at the core this fragile spark. A look, a blessing touch, a moment's glance, I shall Thy grace remember through all time, Approaching did my spirit recognize A Mother's smile that holds the universe A captive of the god-light in her eyes. Not as a pleasant picture in a frame Do I a seeker kneel to worship Thee, Or vast transcendence limitless, unknown, But lover of my soul who sets me free.

In My Youth In my youth I tended soil and tree And of earth's marvels ever lived in awe Innately aware of a living sanctity I harvested her gifts yet hardly saw In the miracle of fruit on laden limb The occult force that germinates the seed, The energy that pierces hardened crusts To reach the sun, its sole imperative need. I met along my path the gifted men Who understood the rhythms of the earth And shared with me their wisdom and the skill That gently coaxes substance into birth. And as I watched and cared I also grew Aware of dormant needs from deeper roots, A fallow spirit that lay untended within, The first emergence of thos

A View from 30,000 Feet Into the dark and silent sky we rose On silver wings above earth's sleeping floor, Day had drawn to a long and musing close When we suddenly saw a million lights and more, Crystalline cities of ruby and emerald glow Scattered upon the velvet folds of night, A gem-cut wonderland of childhood's dreams Or faery streams of coruscating light. Yet when we soared into the troposphere The landscape paled and lost its magic hue, Mere dots of insignificance revealed, Lost in an immensity of blue. As so the marvels wrought by human hand Fade into the dust of memory Unless the spirit's seal and signature As

Chant the Odes of Honour I cannot sing the verses of the sea Nor have I learned the stanzas to the sun, But God through flowers smiling speaks to me Of the destiny of earth that must be won, Of the labours of the spirit scarce begun Ere light shall dawn and consciousness awake And man the boundaries of his fate outrun And the gods that soar above him overtake. We shall chant the odes of honour to the One Who secretly within our souls resides Who shall not cease His work till all is done For which he built the worlds where Kalki rides Carrying the superhuman Seer To cleanse the earth and bear the Godhead near.

Balcony Darshan - 2 4/9/01 A silence fell among the devotees As with a sound of vespers drawing close She neared, and carried on the evening breeze Her fragrance far more haunting than the rose. Stillness descended on the assembled throng Expectancy quivered in the languorous air The heart replied to the hidden psychic's song, Soft voices filled the burgeoning night with prayer. Slowly She moved, Her hands upon the rail Her heavenward eyes withdrawn in potent trance The seconds as passing aeons seemed to prevail, Then on us She cast a long and lingering glance. In that instant of Grace our future's road was paved And all our human failing

Stilling Thought How shall I conquer and still these ravagers, These thoughts?  Delayed they press and press again Seeking control, such deft manoeuverers, Passing through the slow unguarded brain, Suggesting wayward deeds or slipping through The outer belt, the Shield, they excavate Inphysical mind a concrete avenue, Their repetition's play proliferate. I seek a calm and stillness of the soul That suffers all experience on earth Unperturbed, in conscious self-control That moves through endless corridors of birth, Apart from distorting vagarie