Poetry Archive

Hope

The turmoil of my soul calmed down and a great cleansing took place­— that what distorted my sight and showed me a world full of pain and despair has been taken out of my

A Master Appears

With soft and silent tread. He came, And touched me, passing by…….. I SAW HIM…. And His Shining Presence made me want to cry! I felt the Glow within my heart …. A soft

The Clouds: and Baba’s Child

Clouds Clouds In the blue. A beauteous sight are thee! Colors soft and mountain high You break the monotony of the sky. You draw our eyes upward by your charm You build castles for

All that I long for

‘Tis but words of illusion to describe our Baba ’tis but a futile attempt to explain the One who wears the red stained robe and yes, it is just a little imagining to fathom

In Adoration of the Lord

I go through life adoring you, O God, In whatsoever form you may appear; You are the owner, whether far or near, Of every form and shape of clay and clod. You shine in

From Over the Ocean

A two-syllable pilgrimage brings me to You—Sai Ram! Ram is that—which—pleases, delightful—Sai is Ram— Across the ocean a bridge is built with Sai Ram. Sai Ram is in my heart, in all hearts. Endlessly

Never Alone

In me, outside me, around me through me the Divine exists to rule me I’m never alone the King is on the throne to rule me Life’s little moments of victory and defeat Leave

OH, SWEET MOTHER

Oh, Sweet mother. Every day I see you smiling at me, the apple of your eyes From baby, till now. Every day she combs my hair Till it is soft and silky. Every day

OM SRI SAI RAM

A letter to my dearest Swami Dear Swami My humble Pranaams at your lotus feet. My sincere thanks to you for being my guide and Helping me in my life. Thank you for being

Baba, Thy Will be done

Down here as in Heaven. We are Thy tools of service; We are units of sacrifice…. Baba, Thy Will be done; We are parts of One great One Each must work in his place,

He is Ours

“Is he real?” I wondered. “Or is he a farce?” “Is he another—trying to usurp the place of Jesus In men’s hearts?” “Shall I go, God? Shall I go?” I prayed. “I hope he’s

The Supreme Benediction

We waited, hushed and expectant, Our eyes rivetted on the portico beyond the gates. The trees spread shade On a thousand yearning hearts. We knew our Lord was here, Within those walls, so near