Poetry Archive

To Thee, dear Lord of all creation, I surrender all my fears and hopes, In my struggle for sanity in times of tragic tales and torrential tears, I see Thy smiling face sending forth

In a personal interview with Bhagavan Baba in 1979, the author told Him that she wrote poems occasionally to pour out her love for Him. Swami blessed her and said, “Write more poems on

Let me pray at Thy feet For, here are love, bliss and benevolence; Let me learn at Thy feet For, here are truth, knowledge, and prudence. Let me ail at Thy feet For, here

To me Baba is everything; I am but an insignificant thing; I write because He holds my pen; He alone sings and teaches all men. I echo when He sings or talks; I am

I’ve laid out a garden in my heart Removing all nettles, rocks and bushes Such as anger, desire and pride upstart To grow the rarest flowers fresh from blemishes. I water the plants with

O Christmas Season of recent past—Blessed by a drama that Baba directed: As Lazarus was raised, after breathing `his last’, Walter Cowan was thrice `resurrected’. When spirit left the body’s brace Sai appeared at

I start this Prayer to Sri Ganesha, who keeps us from all harm and sin: Dear Ganesha, Sri Ganesha, bless this journey we begin. Sweet Ganesha, Sai Ganesha, lead us to Lord Sai our

God’s World of Happiness, Is on the Verge of Tears; For all His Love and Workmanship, Has been devalued through the years. So now the time has come, For God to come on Earth,

The Lord said In the Gita: In every age when this Earth Is dominated by sin And evil prevails, I descend on Earth To redeem humanity. However, while descending Even the Lord has to

Those days, those days in Prasanthi, not a care in the world waiting for the Lord of the Universe Rainbow sequined saris flutter like colorful prayer flags in the sultry, warm breezes Women devotees,

The Sarathi calls on every heart Offering His equestrian art; He will curb the fiery steeds Of tongue, the eye, and ear; He will overwhelm your wily foe With His will, though He holds the

With fiery tremor, my heart sighs His Name. Silent, scarcely with breath, in profound rapture, He appears …All the sweetness of the world in one tiny Form! Graceful as a dancer, He approaches. No.