There is a longing here in Auroville To let the Force of God come flowing in Undeterred by human antipathy And the evil machinations of the few. It is a testing ground of sincerity Where ego ways prolific and in force Contribute to the clouds of disharmony And the air is noxious with its fumes. But there is a flower She named ‘Miracle' And also called it the ‘Air of Auroville', It is that air which we truly breathe That cancels out the falsehoods in our midst.
Poems Undated (1727)
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