I met a spirit of beauty in Auroville Where peacocks cried in pleasure from flower-hung trees, And a memory hold of a silver smile from still Clear depths of soul that blossomed in delight.
I met a spirit of tenderness sublime, A heart of strength that held its happy beats Mid the coming and going of the impetuous feet of time And in whose hands the lifeless clay breathed life.
From the deep and settled peace of her inward stance A sweet and warm communion gathered all Into the radiance of her welcoming glance And the wondrous silence of her spirit's call.
Might all our days dawn brightly as her eyes And love divine unmask our human guise.
First published in Mother India - January 2002
Poems Undated (1727)
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