Once, at Your Feet, you asked of me If I would like to come to Auroville. You felt that I could do something there And granted me the blessing of Your Grace.
Those days, so spirited with new-found joy Among the desert we had hoped to change We laboured in the heat of India, Souls convinced of Light growing near,
Days of hope and struggle beneath the skies, We were garlanded with thoughts of the Supreme Unconcerned with snakes and scorpions Adventurers into a brighter day.
In this seemingly disastrous turn of time Your vision remains, of life sublime.
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