The seasons of my life are shortened now Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, are wrapped In one in Auroville, but the glow On Matrimandir gold on gold is capped
And all the visitors who seeking come From all the world are touched and mesmerised When we climb the ramp into the room some Are moved by their souls and oft surprised
At the floating ball illumined by the sun. A few may weep not understanding why But perhaps an inner awakening has begun And a further step towards future destiny
Is taken for those who seek the unique and new, Their life's pitfalls and dramas to review.
Poems Undated (1727)
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