The light is playing softly in the trees, My dreams of ages past are lying there Dreams of former lives I could not seize, Busy with self I had no time to spare.
And now again reborn in Auroville I work for Her without the ego's rule Aspiring still my destined role to fill In the early stages of the spirit's school.
We grow from birth to birth, there is no doubt But only through sincerity can achieve The peace that comes so silently and out Of it we live in Her, we do not grieve
For sin and errors on the long and arduous way But live in love and all our life we find The Grace that once seemed lost is here to stay And aspiration of a higher kind.
Poems Undated (1727)
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