At the Gate of the Golden Fane I have heard him at the threshold of my door And hesitating answered to His call As one who signs for delivery of goods Inviting not the Messenger in the hall. Through the eyes of strangers ever he smiles on me With a brightness shining in eyes that touch the soul Waking a corresponding view within And a deep persistent yearning towards the goal. In silence now he hears my silent prayer That slowly builds as old desires wane, In the antechambers of the secret heart He softly knocks at the gate of the golden fane.

R.S.V.P. Let me not hold to illusion's dreams Or stand on ego's quaking base The world is other than it seems, Behind the mask I see a face, A form that waits discovery, Herald of a coming race, Our secret Self and god to be. Our correspondence with the night It tolerates through wisdom vast, Cognizant of our human plight, Our evolution's chequered past And pours on all its calm delight. The moment waits for man to make The conscious call with alacrity, Asleep within our being wake The Lord of Life, the Deity Now hid from view within the core, The silent One, the Ecstasy Requests our presence at His door.

On Chopin The Mother spoke most intimately to me Of Chopin's music heard in the inner planes And on the listening ear his melodies Resounded through those secret mystic lanes. Dampened chords supporting a threadlike tone That wandered evanescent in the air Born from an oestrus of sorrow, a vast Alone, Songs of happiness mixed with the heart's despair. Melodies like dreams reluctant to flee Tokens of tender sweetness love and loss, Their images linger on the enraptured soul Then drown in seas of terrifying force. I attended the birth of worlds and galaxies And stars in violent motion and arrest, Sounds as of life created and destroyed

Cellular Transformation All heals and seems as once before, yet new. From the depths of dark experience we rise Above our pain and lassitude and laws Inviolate partake of their demise. New energies uplift and mould new forms, Round the constant Eye of the veiled Divine, From the Mother's living cells, ubiquitous, A contagion of the supramental line. None is spared the impact and assault, From sub-atomic particles to man, In the subtle atmosphere of earth there dawns By slow degrees the supramental plan. Infiltrating with Her consciousness

Song May 20, 2000 I awoke to the song in the woodland Far from the traffic of man, A trilling-note indeed Sung through a timeless span, And all our frightening speed, The bottomless pit of need Are nought to this song that ran Its melody for man, As loved to lover replied A music to ever abide. My soul-song covers the earth Rejoicing in his mirth, Rejoicing in silent trees And ancient wonders as these -

The Secret Door I stand again by the secret door That opens on a mystic world, A journey traced through births before The age of time and time unfurled. Now all my days are new begun As sorrow's lantern flickers low Bereft of fuel when tears are done And life is charged by an inner glow. For how can death's sere skull and bones His ashen feet so grey and cold Find purchase mid the golden tones Of earth recast in godhead's mould?

Prayer to the Lord Within O Lord of beauty hidden still within Disclose to us the marvel-key of change Opening that third and truest eye To majesties beyond perception's range. O Lord of wonder veiled in pure delight Impress upon our green and destined earth The image of thy godhead fire-bright, The unifying principle at birth. O Lord of love unblemished sanctify And cleanse from our hearts the sin of separateness Our days anoint, our souls beatify Our tenuous and halting efforts bless. Open our hearts to the One so long denied Prepare us to meet again, Heaven's bride.

The Catenary Line Progressing up the catenary line Descending on the arc that rises higher Forced to abdicate the mental shrine As on a razor's edge or trapeze wire, We tread the path of truth the spirit chose Millennia before mankind's advent As slowly earth towards Godhead's image grows And matter's substance yields to truth's descent. As one we must pierce the shrouded mystery That drives the stars and moves the breast of man While the litanies of our million voiced appeal Call the Unmanifest to appear again, Annex to earth the calm of heaven's peace And all our mortal poverty surcease.

The Spirit's Charge.htm The Spirit's Charge Too often we forget the spirit's charge Lost in the splendid centuries of man, The magnificent creations of his art And his mental constructions evolving plot and plan. Yet are there moments that awaken the inner life Occurring in sudden spaces of the soul, By chance encounter, harmony or strife And set our steps towards the heightened goal. All life's perfections are born from vision within, For a greater consciousness moves our hearts and hands To create the masterworks transcending time From realms alone the spirit understands. Written after a visit to Venice and the Louvre in Paris.

To Dayabhai Vision-Change Jan 1, 2000 I have undergone a vision-change And things once known are new again, All within my mortal range Transforms to view from a higher plane. Acts I abhorred as coarse and mean Were gross impurities in me But now by Her grace is dimly seen In all the masked divinity. All my human attitudes Opinions and desirings Before the stellar plenitudes Of light Sri Aurobindo brings Dissolve as salt in monsoon rain. As His peace descends into our being A greater wideness we attain