23.4.2024
Everything was sacred as I walked The narrow sidewalks near my home I moved in silence and I rarely talked At home I tilled the stony loam.
I was at peace among the glittering stars And all the trees my companions were It was not yet time for wounds and scars And there were nights when I would fly to Her,
The one known as the mother of us all, Creatrix of all the worlds She guided me Allowing me to stumble but not to fall Into the darkness, the opacity.
Now I am here in the Ashram and Auroville Working to clean my soul and know Thy Will.
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