7/3/2022
A great stress has come upon Auroville And pain the dark companion of an hour, Intolerance, misunderstanding spill Across the fabric of peace and tend to lower The consciousness and hope for unity. When will the collective harmony begin, Or will the ego rule and the disparity Widen among her children and the din Of anger and hostility override The evolutionary thrust, the Grace Descending, from which we cannot possibly hide, For willingly we came to this sacred place. I know this city well, it cannot fail For the Matrimandir is its sacred grail.
Poems Undated (1727)
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