The Hour is Upon Us We are a disposable outmoded race, Unwilling to yield to a light beyond our minds, Enraptured by violence, enamoured of death and decay Ignoring the dire forewarnings, the immanent signs. Chaos surrounds us, forces of lust and greed The disrespecting world's contumacy When the centre cannot hold nor intellect read The signs of disintegration nor hear nor see Amidst the whirl of decadence and decay The Force descending, god on silent feet. Time there is no more, the sudden change Occurs amongst us; no longer must we repeat Or be suborned by a nether force within That believes it wields control of earth and hig

Transmuting Hour Chained to a present of obscure desires And the karmic repercussions of our past We wander confused in the alleyways of time And blindly move to an unknown end at last. If we could close the door on darker things, Draw back the brilliant curtains of the mind That hide the luminous vistas of the soul We'd see within our passage well-defined. Transmuting hour, cusp of a century When the great of soul take birth to greet the Dawn, On earth a vast transforming energy, From matter's womb the golden child is born.

Children of Auroville In the tender beauty of their eyes No passion glows, nor any fell disguise, For all with a crystal clarity implies A love descended from those blissful skies Where suffering is done, transformed by grace And pain outcast, a stranger in that place Where soul by soul in kingly harmony pace The silent steps of a diviner race.

From the Manuscripts of Time Deciphering from the manuscripts of time Fleeting wisps or taunting fragments caught By the inner scribe who labours through a mind Awaiting stillness, yet the days are fraught With traceries of dreams and wonder wrought Miracle is found through eyes half-blind And music of the inner realms is taught And halting poetry on wings sublime. Through the growing of the self in all its seasons, The tortured time when winter fills the soul Felicity when burst the buds of spring, And months when blue-white summer skies unroll

Sri Aurobindo's Room.htm Sri Aurobindo's Room Lord of Life a new millennium dawns, A thousand pilgrims tread the winding stairs To bow from some deep reverence of soul Before Thy feet and place such worldly cares As beset the troubled heart, obscure the goal. No sound is heard but the music of anklet bells, Sari's swirl and the sharp intake of breath In this quickened atmosphere where life and death Are facets of the wakened soul's increase; For in this hallowed room the presence dwells And here our human fears and failings cease. By Thee the darkness dies to deathless morns To imprint forever in the memory of our race The grandeur and compassion on Thy face.

Auroville, Beloved Groping through night with the flickering lamp of mind Too puny for the monumental task To rise beyond our elemental kind, We seldom see the person for the mask. We seek without for the harmony hid within Impose a collective commonality On souls descended here, for ages kin, Unknown, unguessed, yet married secretly. To open once a window on the soul And bow in recognition of the One, Ever the dawn before us as the goal Ever the love as a burning inner sun. Auroville, cauldron and crucible of fire Forge of the godhead'

Poet's Aspiration.htm Poet's Aspiration Let now a higher poetry descend As befits the dawning of a golden age, An opening on greater worlds attend In golden verse upon a crystal page. To pen from some diviner depth within A truth distilled to essence, spare and pure, Make harmony of line and image kin And rhythm of its pulse-beat strong and sure. Eternal fount of all-creative might Slake my thirst for the sole inevitable word Open to me the speech that is born of light, Attune me to the Voice yet rarely heard. O Cosmic Poet guide these halting hands To be an instrument of Thy commands.