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*Short texts and poetry written in 1984, Auroville:
*Why to die?
“Do you know why people died till now?
Because they became imprisoned by the person they had chosen to be, and they
could not grow out of it, nor change it, without breaking to pieces the mould that
they had built.
There was no other way.
Suppose for example that a soul wanted to experience the like of a dedicated and
unselfish woman in a small country life in times of hardship. It would direct all its
energies toward the formation of such a character and it would become that
particular woman, down to the tiniest wrinkles of her body, to the last silent tear…
Suppose then that, at some point, it would know in its own silent wisdom that the
experience has been going far enough and borne its inner fruits.
What option was left other than withdrawing from the body so formed and let its
cells part and spread out?
People around would never have understood that this person they knew so well,
related to so firmly and unmistakably, counted on and relied on as she was to
them, would cease to function the way they were used to… Their whole world and,
to some extent, their own chosen experiences, would have been shattered; or else
they would have shut their inner eyes and formally declared that this woman they
had known so well had now become mad, due to excess of strain and hardship, and
with much commiseration and regret they would have taken this woman into a
secluded place, a hospital or a mad house or a remote cave…
The soul would thus have had no chance to pass on to another experience and
would have had to know this only, to be treated like a mad old lady and be made to
behave such as one.
The human world became closed to her.”
*The flower in thy eyes.
“If I look into thy eyes,
Merge into thy depths,
Bathe into thy waters
And run with thy stream and inhale thy flowers’ fragrances,
I’ll know thee, the priceless ness of thee,
The infinite unicity of who thou art,
And I’ll grow by the knowing, and be
Ever grateful and ever and ever
I’ll know thou existest…
I shall not need to know where you are or what you are doing in order
To find you;
I shall just recall the uniqueness of that atmosphere and that
Presence
And there you will be
And we shall flow within one another
You and I
Unknown and yet known so
Deeply.