I have written a small homage to the one Who counselor and friend, the Soul I knew, Nolini of the Ashram, far advanced Upon the Purna Yoga''s challenging path. He came in the night when I was deep in sleep Teaching me the lessons I would need As I ascend towards Her Golden Feet. His kindness and his care uplifted me In the early days of Auroville When I exhausted came into his room And he recharged me with his loving hands That I might work again with energy for Her. He told us once after Mother left That she had put a part of herself in us! I bow before his memory with joy And gratefulness in all my lives to come.
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