Installation of the Relics

Like scattered deer the dead leaves blow

Across the body of the earth.

The agitated wind, annoyed

Objecting to this new world's birth

Brings turbulence that knows no peace.

A whirling visitation rife

With anger as we here install

The relics of the Lord of Life.

All future possibilities

Are present on this day of light,

No force can stand against us now

Who bear the burden of earthly plight,

For he is here to help and guide

As we meet our demons face to face,

Our lives by his indemnified

Through his sweet and ever-present grace.

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For Sri Aurobindo Sadhana Peetham