My father's writings and poetry- a sample

From the first time I went to New York to visit Sri Chinmoy, my father has always taken me to the airport. In the early years, every time I went dad would send me off with a poetic letter of encouragement and love, and even fax some of his heart-felt writings over to me in New York. Ten years on, he is still very kindly dropping me to the airport. I do not seem to get a letter every time these days, but his oneness-pride smiles always appear.

Some samples of my dad's poems and letters... Anticipations Spring rushes in smiles ahead, determined to cushion Your transition on return from summer in New York, Camellias, red and deep pink are dancing gently. Pine pollen is misting in yellow fairway clouds. And all the grass greens are palletted, Arrayed for visual brush strokes, From your enhanced-awareness eyes Onto the canvas woven in meditation. Patiently the beach, wets and dries, Your running track, tussocks of marram Jostle to watch the sea sweeper, Faithfully preparing to mould special prints. (September 1999)

Oh sweet singer of God's songs of love Sing on, sing on. Oh dear dancer of God's son-gift grace Dance on, Dance on. Oh melody-filled musician Of God's spirit stroking Play on, play on. All inspired leaders of His praise and worship Lead on, lead on. And we will climb Towards his presence Always God's way Moving on, moving on. (March 2001)

What if God appeared, smiling While my eyes were closed, Distracted by soul-draining pursuits.

What if God came, close And I was gazing at the horizon, Thinking he might be far away.

What if God approached lovingly In child-form to hold one hand But my other was shaking a celebrity's.

What if my spirit vehicle stalled Low on gas, which was always free, (for those who stopped) at the prayer station, And I couldn't join God's Motorcade When He showed up.

What if the faithful had waited Two thousand years, unfailingly Harvesting each year in season, Reaping, after sowing To please the spirit, Until just the last spring, when I had lost the hope to plant.

(March 2001)

Light of the World

Friendship-Blessings Written in darkness Can only be read And understood In the Light. Dear God, You sent Your Son to be Light to the Universe Let Him be The illuminator Of Universal Love So that we can Do Your Will Lovingly.

(April 2005)