Here in the home of the Gods my soul does dwell In the Ashram and Auroville old friends I greet But the violence of the few is hard to quell In certain beings whose power-lust I meet. When ego takes possession as the lord Of the human household and vanity of lust Failing the wisdom of the eternal word Lacking the element of mortal trust The edifice of harmony begins to fall And all the aspiration of the past Centuries collapses and the call Is heard no longer and a spell is cast Upon the devotees who have come to unite. May the anger end and evil's strangling blight.
Poems Undated (1727)
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