I have walked in forests where tall hemlocks grew And flew aloft this mystic world to view; My seeking outwardly has met its end, For on the Grace alone I now depend. Sequestered here in the Ashram peace, In Auroville the turmoil does not cease, In Her alone is our strength to stay The adverse forces attempt to consume the day. We wait upon the ending of an age Consumed with anger breaking out in rage. We are the answer to all these earthly ills And appeal to Him who all our spirit fills When we align to Truth within our being, Granted with the light of inner seeing.
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