A Silent Moment of the Soul I have stilled the restless beating of the heart, Content to be the empty vase that waits Upon the flowers' blessing, wanting naught But in a consecrated stillness stand Alone in rooms of memory and bliss. Now is a time of gathering and calm No sound of inner music can be heard, No song leaps forth from lips that lived to sing, All seems a silent moment of the soul When only prayer and gratitude abide The emptiness of self that cannot hear The temple bell nor see the breaking light Fill the faint horizon of the world.

The Source of Our Divinity I see a child sitting by the road As deafening mortars shatter nearby trees, His body shaking as the bombs explode, His matchstick arms clasped around his knees. In the still hour when night begins to fold Upon itself and half the world asleep, When rain and flood and misery and cold Through town and village, mind and body seep I walk among the grieving things of earth Aware that all the world is fraught with grief, Of magic and mystery there is no dearth And beauty shakes me like a falling leaf. Peering through the looking-glass of mind I watch my father young with energy And boundless will

Garden of Divine Design What must I do this mystical morn When all the stars are put to sleep? Nothing am I but a gardener Who tills life's soil wide and deep. What must I plant in this new moon-phase When all the stars begin to weep At the loss of night and breaking day When the sudden sun takes his great leap? What must I harvest in the waning year When all the fruits with ripened glow Await the hand that tended them Who worked the earth with rake and hoe? I must tend the garden of my unseen soul This living clay the seed prepare For a garden of divine design And greet the Mother seated there.

From Night's Dominion Her image in my breast I've worn Though blind because with mortal eyes I saw not Her who lit the stars And spun a thousand galaxies Across the nebulae of space, Descended here in hardened hearts To break the forged chains of hate Reclaim the beauty man distorts, Shatter the iron doors of fate. The world in chaos calls in pain Racked with terror, ruin and rage Seeking solace to regain Entering the golden age, To lead this blind and driven race From night's dominion to God's morn.

Go Deeper Still Let me go now silent Master To the world of peace and calm, Vision fails and the hereafter Beckons with its promised balm. Let me go now from disaster And the holocaust of sin I could not find what I sought after Incompetent to look within. Let me rest upon your bosom Mother of the universe My work is over, the total sum A looming negative, or worse. Let me go now Lord and Master Through the darkened realms of space Hold me closely, wing me faster, Once again to see Her face. "Patience, courage is My counsel I am with you, blessings flow Strengthening your inner will, Outside of me you cannot

This House of God Gathered, this house of God we dedicate, Renew the offering that called us here, Our life, our love, ourselves to consecrate That we may draw the eternal Presence near. To fashion of this being made of clay, This soul within the earthly flesh to grow Aware at every moment that the way Of transformation is through Her, to go With lightened hearts, strengthened wills serene, Silent with a faith unmoved through all To become the future She alone has seen Her children join, responding to the Call.

Seeker's Prayer.htm Seeker's Prayer - Jan 19, 1973 Let not the fleeting years pass by And I a slave, the same rounds dance Wedded to fated destiny. From thy heart of love let fly A epoch transforming wonder-force That I may be thine eternally. Now dawns the crucial, final goal And all must fail or sudden rise I have held a mirror to my soul. What yet lies hidden now display That all my parts might coalesce And in silence hew the mystic wa

Enroute - Bangalore to Auroville Jan. 24, 1973 I wait upon the ending of an age That has eyed destruction, birth and life and death Ten thousand ways repeated, and still the veil Yet hardly shed though we have walked so far. Who through the stillness calls and who replies? Am I the answer or must I answer give? And how reply in silence or in flame Of soul that rises free in wonder-fire. Close by my listing heart two voices speak. I hear and heed the One, then retrogress To travel paths of senseless habits worn By the countless tread of d

Matrimandir Gardens - June 29, 1973 1. It beckons, I come. I approach, it recedes. Calling me ever deeper Into my soul it proceeds. It is there above me And I feel its air, A manifest vision of Thee A garden of light so fair. Where delicate bowers Of earth's finest stone Set in the dream-fields of flowers, Midst jasmines and creepers full-blown. Immersed in the life-sense Of flora and seed, Touching their symbols, their essence, Vib

Song - August 12, 1973 How can the singer sing thee In the silence that bears no sounds How shall the dancer dance thee Where only stillness surrounds? This morn I am wont to call thee Yet knowing thee deep within No prayer from these lips can issue And yet a prayer breaks in; A prayer for a song of rejoice From form that is thy form, From voice that is thy voice Breaking the light from the storm.