THE RAJ & THE ROSE 37,000 ft Across Europa we ... - damowords

& left by soft, sea breeze,
Before I went...bemustach'd gent...
"A cool kingfisher please!"
I nearly piss'd myself when he hiss'd, "Twenty six rupees!"
Auroville
To this green belt, thou sliver of the West,
Where lingers still a hint of apartheid,
Went I, somewhat the uninvited guest,
Not for the ashram, but to read & write,
City of Dawn,
Sri Aurobindo's dream,
Life lived with perfect tone & meditative stream.
The Mother sanctified the ground,
Twas wilderness red serene,
Over whose dust & termite mound
She sprinkl'd Provencal green,
Dewy-eyed adepts gather'd round
The brook peace of their queen,
Forming a calm co-op´rative of souls,
Surrounded by tough fields & begging bowls.
I join the morning reading group,
Savitri's sacred text,
Pass'd round the loop, slow hula hoop,
& soon they hint me next,
& so I sung a poet's song, sang every circumflex.
The Mother
(On Youth)
“You will become the Person you want to be
Our future is in our own hands