4.3.2025
Do not feel unworthiness, For it is simply ego's play, Allowing mind to profess An appalling lack of inner joy In Auroville's pressing days When hardly seen the golden rays In the night's interlude, Focus instead on blessedness And not these moments, coarse and rude.
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