Here in Madhuca my daughter's home I have returned to blossom in Aurovillle No more those welcoming continents to roam. Of this world's gifts I have had my fill.
In these evening years I dwell in this blessed land And tend within the flame burning all the years Of beauty found and love's most gentle hand, When Death tore her from me and the human tears
Flowed copiously until in Mother's care I rested and replenished life and soul. Working in the Garden's special air I am aware of the moment and the goal,
For here the ego self must abdicate And the shining of the soul come through My time on earth is brief, I cannot wait My soul must rise and be born anew.
We must bring the integral harmony to men Opening them to Her love and Grace again.
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