As I look back in the past
When I didn't have a dime,
No food, no shelter but
plenty of time.
So cold and so hungry the
nights were very long;
But there was someone watching
who made me very strong.
Day by day was a struggle and
I was feeling very low;
She was watching even then and
I didn't even know.
Her arms were wrapped around me and
guiding me every day
Then sent me someone special
to help me on my way.
He taught me about The Mother and
now I really know
It was Her that watched and cared and
taught me how to grow.
The past is far behind me, but
I'll never forget the days
I was taught about The Mother and
all Her gentle ways.
So as I get into my bed and
then put out the light,
I thank Her oh so deeply-
Goodnight, my Mother, Goodnight.
—Mary (Angel) Finn
A Walk Into God
I walked down the path of doom
Cramped by death as there was no room
I wondered what it would be like in hell
Would it be burning hot as stories tell
I walked on and on down the endless road
And as I was about to reach the end
Thinking about my future abode
Looking ahead into the pitch black hole
With not a single body to bear a soul
Turning around the last death bend
I saw the gods in my head
Full of life, not at all dead
Turning the final bend all was bright
Then I realized I was not alone
For before me sat a heavenly sight
A being too pure for the mortal eye
A thing too deep that can never die
I had my mind, my heart and bone
Then it became more clear in my mind
The lord of all I finally did find
Then I found that I was
Just as everybody does
In my soft heavenly bed
For that strange night was finally dead.
—Matthew Smith, student, Sri Aurobindo International
Centre of Education
An Already Answered Prayer
Finding God is no problem.
She exists within each breath,
each tick of the clock.
But finding a way to live in this world in a woman's body
that in the very absence
of the fulfillment of my desire
Her presence caresses me
has been a lifelong despairing frustration.
in this time
when men and women
are only beginning to learn
to find the balance of creation
in themselves and each other
please condense this Universe of swirling stars,
too vast for my form to embrace,
into a flesh and blood man
as real as I feel myself to be
with whom to share the daily rituals of this illusion
in love and in joy
until we both dissolve in Thee.
Someone leaping from the rocks
Past me ran with windblown locks
Like a startled bright surmise
Visible to mortal eyes, —
Just a cheek of frightened rose
That with sudden beauty glows,
Just a footstep like the wind
And a hurried glance behind,
And then nothing, — as a thought
Escapes the mind ere it is caught.
Someone of the heavenly rout
From behind the veil ran out.
—Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems
Out At Sea
Drifting, out into the sea,
Up and Down, aimlessly I flow.
What message is in me?
To what distant shore do I go?
I have seen the tempest,
Ridden high crests of the storm,
Nature has thrown her best
To dislodge my inner form.
Days of endless calm,
Slowly fade the memory...
No prayer, not even a psalm,
Can end this lonely misery.
Hope and Faith, keep neck asway,
To hear the gulls, I strain.
Gentle breeze, picks its way,
Softly Nudging me in its train.
I dance, I summersault,
Life's-a-jolly, I have a ball.
Waves-a-roring, I catapault,
Into the arms, of a small....
Out At The Beach
Dashing through the pile of fallen leaves,
We jump into the car seat, my soul and me.
The Mother has promised us a ride to the sea,
Away from daily drudgery of rolled up sleeves.
“Cares” got whooshed out of the windows,
As Joy-Ride took El-Dorado wings.
Nothing was kept in shadows,
As Sun-Light bathed my sins.
The beach lay long, clean and bright,
Open, inviting, yet none was in sight.
The Mother and I walked along the shore,
Hand in hand, joys unfelt, untold before.
My soul yet was still sulking,
Dragging its feet, leaden and stulting.
When out of the froth, jumped out a bottle,
My soul found its elusive onward throttle.
Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who laugh,
but for those who love, time is eternity.
—David LaFlamme, It’s a Beautiful Day