In a World Recast

12/22/09

A hundred random thoughts assail the brain

Yet above the mind the silent spirit waits

And knows the hour is not far from us

When the Lord in all His splendour shall descend,

Annihilate the darkness and the din

Of discord and the errant ways of men.

One breathes this truth in the air of Auroville,

Beneath the Banyan, tree of unity,

And in the Ashram's sacred atmosphere.

We are but instruments on which He plays,

But more than pawns in a chess-game with fate;

Conscious we may become when all is done

With our plenary assortment of desires,

Transformed by Light in bodies built of light,

Divine, in a world recast, transformed by love.