What wondrous beauty steals into my heart When fall the flowers of the Service tree, The earth is strewn with Nature's perfect art And in my secret soul at last I'm free. But freedom lasts a moment in these days Of arrogance where ego 's nature grates, The elite whom the unknowing masses praise When the power of the few dominates. The Mother says “As long as you are for some And against others you are necessarily Outside the Truth” so, Aurovilians, come And seek the peace in all humility. I know that only love can heal the pain Returning us to unity once again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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