Here in this one room palace I live In this blossoming place of Auroville Recording the Gita my heart I give And all my days with poetry fill.
A moment when the work is done And we must with our spirit feel And face the beauty of the Sun Divine within, our compact seal.
It is a journey of a thousand years Preparing for the day when dawn Has buried the burden of our fears And habits old that we have worn,
Arriving slowly on the way At the gate of supernal day.
Poems Undated (1727)
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