A Dream of Auroville

I dreamt of Auroville last night

And saw as in a changing sky

An advent of transforming light

Descend, and from the earth a sigh

Rejoicing in this state of Grace.

Flowers, fields and fragrant trees

Bedecked the red earth's winsome face

And floating over quiet seas

The crescent with a starry crown

Appeared and seemed to hover bright

Among the paths so lushly grown

In Matrimandir's golden light.

All now becomes a holy quest

For pilgrims of the inner way

Disdaining paths of ease and rest

To win the ransom of the day

Foreseen and promised to mankind

And preordained from heights above,

Within our souls God to find

And manifest His law of love.