Poems of Narad

United in Love

A memory I hold of the hemlocks
Sprouting in the peat of aged stumps
And the jagged hills I climbed festooned with rocks,
The clay I once remoulded from gumbo lumps
To plant the flowers I so dearly love.
And now in Auroville the Gardens call
And gladly would descend from heights above
If only we might revere the One in All,
Harmoniously join with folded hands
In concert with the aspiration of trees
To complete the work of our Mother's plans
For sacred gardens blossoming in the breeze
Embracing the golden globe, the Matrimandir,
United in love, joyful, absent fear.