We live in the crucible of Auroville Where all who join must face transforming fire, Yet all is beautiful here, the heart to fill But those who are sincere must clear the mire
Of habits and recurring preferences. There is no elite but there are darkness' powers Intent on rule whose gross injustices Upon the masses seeking peace lowers
The consciousness of collective harmony, But looking carefully we understand That this township represents humanity And the transforming action Mother planned
Must come in time to those who've heard the call. One thing is certain, Auroville will not fall.
Poems Undated (1727)
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