The Strophes of Destiny

Somewhere in the soul-travelling days

And in the gleam of youth, I lost the song,

Tragic, it was my avenue of praise

And yet I cannot say I followed wrong

The call of flowers fragrant in that morn

To labour in the deep red earth of God

When Auroville in human hearts was born

And the higher with the lower angels sparred.

Truly I cannot say the music ceased

For in my mind eternal melodies

Recur and hymns and choruses have seized

My spirit and those stellar harmonies

Resound in moments when the calm descends

And all the nervous being in me stilled,

The chaos of the worldly cycle ends

And in the silence the empty staff is filled

With choral odes, symphonic in their sound,

Mid the swelling of the voices of the sea,

The chants of trees from consecrated ground

Awake my soul to the strophes of destiny.