Poetry Archive

Salutations and worship! O Sanathana Sarathi! Abide in Thee, peace and tranquility! Nobly from the pranava [primodial sound] didst Thou cast a Universe as of fun; Ambitious, Thine enemies knew not, that Thou bestowed

In Dharmakshetra… Kurukshetra Arjuna had a Sarathi! He was such a master Sarathi That He won the war for him! He held the reins of all the horses He helped his arrows to find

Will You, my Lord, let go the hold? You will not, You will not, You will not let go, However bad I be. Will You my Lord, let me waste my years? You will

i often wondered what i would save in the event of a fire we all stared in shock and disbelief rooted to the concrete pavement as menacing black crouching dragons mushroomed bombing the shivering horizon spewing red

Controlling your desires is not like riding a bike. You don’t do it once and then know how to do it forever. It’s not like driving a standard-shift vehicle. If you can drive one,

When the bud was born In the daylight morn The bud opened a bit To see the world around it. It was a rose In such repose It shone too bright In the lovely

I walked all the way from America to India over the nine jeweled path of devotion that leads to Your feet each translucent step a spiral staircase winding thru’ wondrous solar and lunar sprayed galaxies

Sonya Ki has just returned from a very long and enjoyable trip with Baba. This is what she penned down before leaving Parthi. Monsoon tears flash flood the temple tiles desperately I clasp the

Do you remember when you chose? The time when you chose this life The day you chose these lessons The moment you chose your parents The second you chose to be You Why do

Dear Baba—may this poem be sincere, Flowers of words for my Master dear, A humble expression in delicate hue, Those many vivid images, yet so few! At dawn the ashram in fine mist was

It was Thursday, full moon, night, eight o’clock; He was reading a page of this monthly then! Baba ‘stood’ in concrete form, rose-bud smile and grace He saw Him, clear: robe, lotus eyes, and

I wake to the gong; I echo the Om! I am the lucky elephant babe That came on wheels to this heavenly place! I bathe; I pray; I go the sacred round; I bow