In the evening when the meditative hour comes And I focus on this small flame within I hear the distant sounds of tabla drums And somehow find a welling rise begin For love in me this sacred earth to embrace. The Mother enfolds me in her constant care No dangers of this harried life I face But feel the €˜miracle' in Auroville's air And know the work of my predestined way To build the gardens that have lain for long, Unmanifest while Mother's children play; Forgotten is the meaning and lost the song Of a oneness diverse as it may be To realize Her dream of unity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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