My Spiritual Home

I walked along deserted beaches

Looking for my identity

The sand displayed its emptiness

And spoke of nothing but the sea.

I asked the waves where I should go

To wash away my loneliness

But all they did was rush on me

Promising no happiness

Until I found the hidden key

That lay by Pondicherry's shore.

There I would know my destiny

And wander through the world no more.

But I was young and young the day

Once found I knew I could not stay

Among the holy and the kind,

In the first scene I left the play

To follow the concepts of my mind.

Each year when flowers go to sleep

To work in Auroville I come

Live in the Ashram's sanctity

And know my spiritual home.