7.11.2024
I find myself strangely in a place In Auroville where there seems no peace. Slowed is the evolution's pace And seething rancour does not seem to cease. Still, Mother does not count the years, She knows the anger in the heart of man Who lives in ignorance, is filled with fears, Knowing that the evil forces can Try to damage the timeless work of seers But they will fail when fronting the new race.
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