Auroville before Judgement Day

for that wherein he faulted
he shall make amends
for that in which they erred

they will repent
grant him a boon
to find a careless joy

after nearly having gone extinct
for those that were

once helpless slaves

will revolt, and those
who led the worlds astray
will vanish from the cycles of time

so be it, for foes to blame
have died out before their time
and may he listen to his sister gladly

and carry his brother on his back
for one more golden day
in these ghettos and ruins

and grant them a hero’s welcome here
in the city that gave birth
is giving hope to a new world

he soon shall come
for utopia was a dream
that they all had before it was too late

Morning Song

Art Courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Nature-s-Embrace-478706780

Every morning
The world is created &
I am a new person

Purified by the tips of orange
Alive with sticks of the sun
Patting me, caressing me
Aching in me to be somebody new
And summer pushes me enlightening

My spirit in phases of existence
For hours I am drunk in
The possibilities of who I could be

But the day has its plan for me
As I submit to the light everywhere
I can feel it secretly working in me
Every morning
I awake to a harmony

That is lighter than snow
More wise than the sound
Of migrating birds, more deep

Than the green that always returns
And my prayers are no longer
Loud, but a part of the silence
From which all prayers come and go
Every morning

The world is created &
I am a new person
With the ashes of night

Sparkling in my chest
Like the reminder of past lifetimes
And in my soul I carry
Thorns like jewels
And it has become my nature

To be happy, to share it
To gift it as if soft trails
Of happiness existed everywhere.