Here in Auroville among the clay And laterite structure of this sacred soil I halt a moment from my work and pray That all our aspiration and our toil
May be offered to Thee, O Mother of all, That we may work in collective harmony, Never from our highest self to fall To argument and harsh misanthropy
But cherish the day and welcome restful night Knowing that all has been foreseen above, Await the day ever embracing light Receiving the gift of Her divinest love.
Poems Undated (1727)
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