All Tragedy Shall Expunge Now the tired world winds slowly on, Troubled turns to numbing apathy Circling like a blind automaton Drowned in violence and tragedy Amid the silent vagaries of space. The killing-fields of earth whose blood-red stain Perpetuate our animal disgrace And all the sorrowful centuries of pain. Is there a place beyond the reach of death Where mind's rule is meaningless to soul And body filled with an enamoured breath Divine walks on to its immortal goal. The rose of God that quickens now our air All tragedy shall expunge and all despair.

The Strophes of Destiny Somewhere in the soul-travelling days And in the gleam of youth, I lost the song, Tragic, it was my avenue of praise And yet I cannot say I followed wrong The call of flowers fragrant in that morn To labour in the deep red earth of God When Auroville in human hearts was born And the higher with the lower angels sparred. Truly I cannot say the music ceased For in my mind eternal melodies Recur and hymns and choruses have seized My spirit and those stellar harmonies Resound in moments when the calm descends And all the nervous being in me stilled, The chaos of the worldly cycle ends And in the sil

Recipient of Grace We look across the seasons of our years And muse upon the things we might have done, Our sweetest recollections end in tears As death awaits, the last oblivion. We open wide the windows of our grief Yet shuttered in our memory remains The passing of souls as falls the blood-red leaf, Life tainted now by sorrow's purple stains. The inertia of defeat drags us down. Caught between the future and the past The present is a cloud rudely blown By fate, and all life's treasures we've amassed Seem but a tally summing up to nought. Unsteady our feet on an uncertain path, We must disavow the legacy of thought, Quell

The Ashram^s Sanctity.htm The Ashram's Sanctity The days before me pass as faceless soldiers at parade As seasons of the soul are passing through my blinkered sight. Rivers of my consciousness flow from sun to shade As I journey in the wilderness to oceans of delight. I have an understanding with the creatures of the soil And bow in adoration as they gather round to eat, On living boughs the singers watch, their song I shall not spoil, The vibratory joy of earth is felt beneath my feet Slowing now as she prepares her deep and holy sleep A pilgrim on the endless road to self-discovery Prepare my spirit's journey and the promise I must keep Returning to the vastnes

Transcendent God How long before the doors so tightly sealed Against the Presence and the force of Love, The shuttered windows of the mind shall yield To Light's descent and bliss revealed above. When shall the sorrow of the world abate And oneness tie the tattered threads of dreams, A harmony beyond to consecrate And to the seas of God unite the streams Of life that run in narrow rivulets Or flow meandering through sunless plains And in our rushing fantasies forgets The source and substance of the soul's domains, A heart that widens consciou

At The Table of God The incense spires in their upward rise Into the heavens bordering earth's skies Are buffeted and blown by the faintest breeze, And our ascension may be likened to these Wisps of fragrance burned as offering To One known only by an inner seeing. Few are they who tread the sunlit way Unconstrained by karma and the grey Inheritance of death, the body's pain, Unfulfilled desires and the strain Of sorrow running through our earthly songs, The debt we owe for our compounded wrongs, And human longings beautiful and sweet Still tie us down and rapidly deplete The spirit's aspirations, but the Grace Still keeps

Death^s Antithesis.htm Death's Antithesis The polished perfection of the chrysalis Etched in gold or silver artistry, A house of mystery and hidden bliss Transforms the worm into the butterfly. So too this body beautiful and flawed Encapsulates the soul of things to be, For one who works unseen and is the Lord Of all creation sculpts our destiny. Unfelt by us he works unrecognised And slowly to a few his face unveils, For centuries the avatar despised By man who in his littleness fails To see the light that burns within his breast And must be born and die a thousand ways In endless lives to labour on oppressed And suffer the blows of fate that ma

High Sierras In the high plateaus down to the sun-drenched plains The mighty Colorado rushing wild Surged swiftly on towards its ancient home. Caught in its currents like a gleeful child, Carried on waves of joy to unknown banks Where pebbles glowed like a monarch's rubied crown, My simple life complete, unstrained by thought Unscarred by doubt that clouds the mind's unknown, Or a thousandfold desires yet unfilled. I was at peace and all experience Awaited me in the rapturous beats of time As I played at will in the rivers of innocence. Through skies that whispered of a harmony Not yet on earth but waiting to descend. My soul rose up through

For Mary Helen Hero-Child In the midnight, at the noon Wonderment at body's ruin, Escaping of the final breath Into the nether land of death. Love deepened as the days grew worse Facing silently the curse Of cells mutating wantonly And all my soul cried out for thee. O gentle spirit gone to rest I hold within the broken breast An image fashioned through the years, A hero-child beloved of seers, An arrow flaming through the skies Unwavering towards Paradise. Remember us left here alone Who labour still to find the One.

Jyotipriya and the Spirit^s Drought.htm Jyotipriya and the Spirit's Drought Can the music that was born in me return Or is it lost because the heart has failed? Can still the psychic fire fiercely burn That all the winds of sorrow have assailed? Jyotipriya spoke of her ordeal, A desert dryness rushing on the soul With never a drop of moisture come to heal Her parched and painful days like embers of coal Aflame and nothing to heal the spirit's thirst. I have stood upon those white-hot sands Stung by grief and by my sorrow cursed, A frail and wounded heart in powerless hands. The spirit's dehydration I have known When all the life-force in me spent by t