The Transformation of the Earth What are the stars to me who have seen your eyes, Or the sun, a dim reflection of your smile, The moon mysterious no more to rise Above the night on this enchanted isle Surrounded by the magnitude of space.. You instilled in me the fierce undying flame And captive held my soul in your embrace, I sleep to wake, upon my lips your name And with each breath continue on the path Hewn by your hand, made safe for human tread, Who lifted as a veil the years of wrath And turbulence that fell upon my head. I bow, O Radiance divine, your light Alone can save the earth and reach men's hearts Now hidden in t

Unimagined Vistas of the Soul What horrors seen no human soul could bear, Descending in our darkest depths to light The fetid dungeons of our ignorance And fight the alone through terrifying night. For man and earth his life was sacrificed, His golden form beneath the tree was laid Where thousands place their burdens at his feet. For us he suffered all, God's price is paid And open is the world to majesty Where beauty walks beside us towards our goal T

The Archipelago of Births The residue of past existence, sealed In the unconscious movement we call life Awaits the budding hour to be revealed, The truths we must attain, the inner strife Tormenting us by day, unleashed by night In the subconscious caverns of the mind. We must attain the clarity of sight, The knotted past unravel, soul unbind From vital's all-consuming appetite. The helpful powers await the inward turn, The opening of heart and mind to light And all the hidden flaws we must discern. They lean towards us to nurture and to heal The weakened and the wise whose wounds are deep, The deadened sense awake a

Sons of Light Weep not, O world, more tales of woe For I have grief enough to bear Bundled on my back and go Remembering the few and fair That I was privileged to know Who walk no more beside us here Excepting blessings they bestow When in the silence they appear Or in our dreams to ebb and flow Beyond the consciousness of time. I hear their voices soft and low Like music or a perfect rhyme Exhorting us to find the way, Lifting us from night to day; Through pain and loss this truth I know We are sons of light and towards the light we go.

Message of the Immanent Divine My life is as a slate unmarked by time On which you shall inscribe your love, your grace, O let it be an etching done in light With nothing that will mar the offered space, No errant thought intrude upon the script That from your hand decides my destiny. May the sense of self be finally erased, Let no desire mar your firm decree, No act distort the golden lettering Engraved on this surrendered soul of mine, That I may be a mirror that reflects The message of the immanent divine.

With Second Sight As from the pages of a treasured book There leaps to view a vision of the goal Or phrase that shoots directly to the soul, I knelt transfixed by Her penetrating look, Awakened in this embodiment I saw Falsehood's end and grief by love subdued. She spoke as I bowed and gazed in awe, Through her the sacred covenant renewed. I was filled with joy I could not comprehend And saw in Her earth's d

Three Haiku to the Brain-Fever Bird In the blazing heat He laughs at me, "Brain-fever, his fanatic cry." Brain-fever bird Shouting with joy In the burning sun of India. Half-mad bird Shouts gleefully "Brain-fever!" in the white-hot haze.

The Frightened Child I looked into the eyes of the frightened child Sitting on the road as bullets flew And bursting bombs fell on his village home. A shuddering such as I had never seen Racked his tiny frame as he held his knees And it shook me as I saw the fear in him No child, no soul should ever bear or know. (Black heart of man in whom such evil lives!) As if sorrow grew upon a hollow reed And called the wind to sing its threnody, I saw him sway in horror and I was crushed; The marrow in my bones seemed to cry; I was shaken then and I am shaken now.

Transform This Clay Nothing but shadows in a land of light. Is it only a reflection that I see Or is the Self invisible as night That hides the face of the unknown deity. Are all these songs I've sung disjointed strains Of music in the being still unheard, These thoughts but scraps of knowledge in the lanes Of wisdom while I wait the changing word? My prayers quiescent now as bloom in seed And faint the whisper of my spirit's call, What use have I to nurture earthly need Who knew the Guide to whom I offered all. Come once again, O golden One, O come Transform this clay into your earthly home.

Sri Aurobindo Ashram  Jan. 21, 2011 And we by an incalculable grace Are here among the blessed of the blest, With time to undo the karmic knots of past, Unfinished deeds and dramas yet to come In future births in a world that shall outlast Man's greed and savagery and shall contest His very existence, the future of the race. We being called by an inexorable sound As if the OM of all the ages heard In the dim and listening spaces of the soul Brought forth the aspiration to travel home Gravitating and seeking towards a goal So vast and true, the ineluctable Word Implante