23.3.2024
In the silence of the silent One I walked to Him and bowed to touch His feet, And one day when my mortal work is done I ll come to Him in honor, not defeat, And in that holy realm I ll see Her too Giving self and all to be Her slave, On earth my spirit's offerings too few In recompense for all the gifts She gave. Now I have come to live in Auroville And watch the degradation of the land, But I also see disciples working still And feel the touch of His and Mother's hand.
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