I see beauty where the world sees dust, And sense the fragrant flowers in the air, Where others live in doubt I live in trust And never of this sacred land despair. In Auroville the splintered factions fight Against the domination of the few Possessed of power-lust their actions blight The sacredness of Truth that brought the new Consciousness of beauty to this land. Surely the dream of God is sanctity For there are souls who fully understand The need for a collective harmony.
Poems Undated (1727)
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