Singer's Prayer I.htm Singer's Prayer In prone obeisance to furies wild Who wrack the frame with pain, dread fever's child, Are sleeping now the pillared harmonies That vowed to sound in cadence with the seas. Storm-nights and tempest-mornings moored in Thee, Though conscious not, half-drugged through dream I see Above, the shadow gaunt aloof, away, And yet I am the player and the play. I am music writing on the page I am the harp untuned as yet, the Mage Has hardly with his instrument begun, Before the song's set free Thou must be won.

CITY MUTE . . . City mute: though thousandfold stirrings, Subterranean architects, chrysolites, Dreamers, builders, treading soil of reddened dust From which shall spring, unaccountably To outward eyes, the myriad whole, Teeming with joy and delight, To grace the body of our Mother, Earth, For whom They came to build The structure of a superhuman life, Crown of this cradle of divinity, Matrimandir of Their Light, The Light of Her who treads with tranquil feet Untouched, unharmed, this perilous globe, And Him whom all the ages called

Inner Music A sound above our singing calls, A flute in night's lament, A secret bearing pure delight And deep divine intent.

Faith Momentary illumination Light on Shisham trees Remembrance of Mira's face Childhood of incense and candles Dawn of Auroville's grace. Webs of confusion abound Fiercely the darkness surrounds Acts - in an age of disgrace Chaos replacing the sounds Of peace with Hell's procreations. Where rises the soul's dominion? In the being Divinity's stansion, Man perfect, fulfilled in creation? Who shall enter the Guest of the mansion And the hour of oneness embrace. Music through my spirit's sleeping

The Flower, 'Gratitude'.htm The Flower, 'Gratitude' To bring Her gratitude that would survive The solar stillness, bear the burnt clay road From Auroville to the room of the parent sun. Might from my hands a force of strength abide And fill thy buds and swiftly withered blooms That in man's hands last not the faintest hour, Revive, yet more, imbue my being's flame And place thee in the lilies of Her hands, My life there placed, my soul within thee cupped, To make eternity thine by Her smile of love, And all thy buds to swell, thy branches bow, Thy blossoms quiver with the remembered touch An

In Auroville Alone though we live and in Her hands secure We of the way must walk alone together, To hear the music on the shores of time, Rebuild the earth a flowering paradigm. She smiles upon the countenance of life And from Her bosom love's dynamic strain Draws in the corners of divergent years To harmony mid all the whirling spheres. His golden drops of silence fill our days, We breathe the magic of Her cleansing fire, Swim in oceans boundless of Her bliss And feel the lyre singing with Her kiss. The eyes delight of all this sudden change.

Immanent Descent    May 24, 1970 The incomprehensible sacrifice Of God's descent into the night, His body interred with golden light Shall make this earth his paradise.

Hostile Attacks And when I fell in fitful sleep I dreamed I heard the angels weep To see the fiery demon horde Attack a servant of the Lord. On this bed of sorrow lies A spirit broken, with blinded eyes While all the saints of mercy weep And on his soul a vigil keep. The Mother drawing close his head Prepares again to stay the dread And fearful presence that descends To steal the soul for evil ends. The fledgling aspirant to light Is rescued from the throes of night, Morning breaks and day begins

Aspiration for Light Within the ego also waits The moment when its force abates And purifying fires flash And burn the hardened crust to ash Our whitened souls redress all wrong And offer Thee, O Mother, song. Yet darkness shall be till light is found In souls of strength on matter's ground. A sudden music descend and seize New force-created harmonies. This day, O puissance, hasten here Instil thy joy, expunge all fear.

Stifled Song To heights empyrean I would climb But a dragging past dulls feet through slime And melodies of a distant flute No voice can find, my song is mute. Sounds that would open worlds of light Are muffled in struggle with the night And all the solace music brings Is stifled, wrapped in darker things.