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SABCL - Sri Aurobindo Birth Centenary Library

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CWM - Collected Works of The Mother

Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/All My Songs.htm
All My Songs          Mar. 11, 1970 All my songs shall sing Thee Avatar of Grace, As Thy light falls upon me From the vastnesses of space.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/A Prince of Dust.htm
A Prince of Dust What will Thou in me behold When aspiration's fire's cold And all Thy love could little mould Such seething spirit young, yet old. Spectral forms of fantasy Appear in twilight's shadow-streams Images of unreality Vague conjurers of empty dreams. A prince of dust and breeze I fly Borne on morning's magic's clouds Passing earth's exigencies Clothed in ancient winding shrouds. On dark peripheries o
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/On The Death of a Friend.htm
On The Death of a Friend The sense of death came suddenly One meditation's eve, The lonely visit of a friend Taking his final leave. In solitude one seemed to hear A saddened song of soul, The plaintive voice of one alone, Paying the final toll. Morning came assuringly For never life shall fail All endures to grow supreme And rend the final veil.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/The Secret OM.htm
The Secret OM Companioned or alone the search moves on For which our lives were given we must find The secret OM that in our depths resounds, The future man, our lives to God consigned.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Cleansing Rain.htm
Cleansing Rain As laden clouds in this far land Descend and pour then pass again, So the blessings from thy hand Fall on me as cleansing rain.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Dark Night of the Soul.htm
Dark Night of the Soul Where art thou who art everywhere Where is the seeker, where the goal? In this black night comes there no light To warm the winter of my soul? Repeat the triune questioning The words that rumble o'er earth's grave Where am I in this holocaust My life, my love, thy hands that save? From dark to dark I travel on With ignorance to pave the way, All turns would take me far from Thee To shadowed fields where the evil play. Come clear ray of God, descend And to Thy touch this branch shall bend.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Sonnet to the Divine Mother.htm
Sonnet to the Divine Mother In starswept silences the winds will blend Bright flowers born of heaven's haunting hues Great mother-blooms from summit scapes descend And all Thy timeless, fragrant love imbues. Earthman the awesome stillness calls thy heights And beckoning angels imprint the clay and sand While motionless thou liest in stillborn nights And wait the touch of Truth and Her command. A liquid voice beyond our knowing calls To witness worlds th
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Human Progress.htm
Human Progress Upon these jewelled cities I gaze Passing from state to state, Wondering at the might of man, His greatness, his love and his boundless hate. Deserts abound without and within, Ghost towns and El Dorado's Moments of magic and moments of sin, Our feet in the mire, our hand on the rose.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Supplication.htm
Supplication Why does not silence come with gentle hand To guide the errant step and countermand Desire and the darkened light of mind And in the heart the secret answer find.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Prince of Dust.htm
Prince of Dust What will Thou in me behold When aspiration's fire's cold And all Thy love could little mould Such seething spirit young, yet old. Pergolas of fantasy Appear in twilight's shadow-streams Image of unreality Vague conjurer of empty dreams. A prince of dust and breeze I fly Borne on morning's magic's clouds Passing earth's exigencies Clothed in ancient winding shrouds. On dark peripheries of mind I wait the emptiness of space In life's entanglement I find No constant turn towa