7.2.2025
Let not the moment pass us by In Auroville where the peace And Truth seem tentative As well as the way to live, And human rancor does not cease. Can one not hear the spirit cry And the inner being sigh For harmony that now seems lost And many of Mother's words are tossed Into the flames of enmity. Friends, allow the truth to be The symbol of fidelity
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