I have reentered the soil of Auroville Behind me stands the sacred Matrimandir Beside me the plants are calling to me still, “Transplant us to the Gardens atmosphere”.
Long have we languished waiting for the day We She will see us in our perfect form In the gardens where all the gods can play When the impossible becomes the norm.
I have vowed to honor their silent prayer With tender love to aspire and create The ideal atmosphere in scented air For all mankind to meet and meditate.
The hour has come, the call is ringing clear To proceed with care and garden without fear.
Poems Undated (1727)
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