Poet - Artist - Humanitarian, Elizabeth R. Stiller

I have posted some of Elizabeth's Poetry here from her Book, "Of Love and Terror". (Available at Amazon.com). which is comprised of about 75 poems. Elizabeth was a prolific writer with a portfolio of more then 600 poems.  I Hope the Auroville Foundation will some day publish the balance of her work.  All proceeds of Elizabeth's book are donated to the Auroville Foundation. Elizabeth passed on to 
the other dimension in 2003 at the age of 91.

Because

Because
We have looked and not found,
Found without looking
Into air
Flies ground for prey,

We pause--
Take from what we touch,
Only the making
Of a bare
Half-life, such a short day

As claws allow to mouse
Precariously held,
Until spasm of need or greed
Ruptures the tiny cells.

E.R. Stiller



What are the Seeds?

What are the seeds, my friend, that you are sowing
Into the accepting air? Sweet wind of love or holocaust of hate?
Once scattered, once set forth, there is no recall.   Too late
To be undone, for they have moved beyond the limits of our
              knowing,

Beyond the limit of the personal self.      Vibrations of thoughts,
            our speaking move

In ever-widening circles as a stone cast into the sea
Makes little waves that seek for other waves to join. . . to be
Itself in others, more then itself in some great other self and
          prove

The power of vibrations joined, the great identity:  to become
No more a simple ripple but a great tidal wave
To engulf the world!   In what?   What shall it be?    We have
This choice:   To send vibrations from

The planes of Sun . . .Goodwill Peace and Light
Or the dark planes of Death and Hate and Violence.
We have this choice knowing the consequence
Of choice: eternal Day of Love or brooding and brutal Night.

This is our work. Are we not committed here
To make some action in the world?  Committed at the level
Of our love to seek and overwhelm the dark vibrations?
           This is a revel-
Ation of our truth: Violence gathers violence and violence
         dies engulfed by love and where

There is encounter, as waves from opposite passing vessels
           meet

In a great wall of water and fall back harmless to the sea;
As two opposing colors interlock out to purity,
To white.   Hate lives on violence and so cannot retreat

From confrontation with love's powers.    The dark vibrations
         cease
In aftermath of confrontation,   Impotent,
Deprived of nourishment,  the violent
Must disappear.   Only love can live in peace.

Sow, than, the seeds only of an accepting love, good will,
Knowing the consequence.   Let
          them flower to gentle and embracing winds,   balm

For the sad and troubled heart of man until
In sweet vibrations, hatred is doomed and love alone lives in
           the benign and radiant calm.


E.R. Stiller

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