I have entered the sacred soil of Auroville Behind me there stands golden the Matrimandir, Beside me the plants are calling to me still, “Transplant us to the Gardens we revere.
Long have we languished waiting for the day When She will see us in our perfect form In that place where all the Gods can play And the extraordinary has become the norm."
I have vowed to honor their silent prayer With tender love to plant and to create The ideal atmosphere in scented air For all mankind to meet and meditate.
The hour has come, the call is ringing clear, Proceed with care and garden without fear.
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