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*1-1-1988, Auroville:
Before dawn I had tea with Su at her house. Then we walked over to the
amphitheatre and sat watching the Fire: tall and full yellow flames sparkling and
waving; all was quiet, although Su was restless within, at first.
When the fire slowed and the daylight gently spread I left alone and went to pick
roses at the Camp garden, and brought them to Krishna at his house; it woke him
up; he was happy, and so was I. We sat quietly for over an hour; when there is
peace and trust, what is between us is what I truly want, and it belongs to You…
*2-1-1988, Auroville:
I can see that there might be a more positive attitude, from which I’d take it as a
work to be with such or such person and to offer whatever takes place between us;
but there’s a terrible lack of interest: it is like seeing the old worn-out ropes behind
the scene; to speak is to make noise, and to look at one another is to be caught in
the very falsity of a matter that does not respond…
*3-1-1988, Auroville:
At some important level I remain unable to break through the sorrow of being
separated from Auragni, and from that relationship; as if there’s no other
relationship that can ever make up for its loss, for it is the one that could have
opened the world for me – to watch and discover it all from her eyes as well, in the
security of our bond…
*4-1-1988, Auroville:
The light these days is so pure and clean and radiant and lovely; the air is crisp;
every leaf and blade of grass is vivid and joyful and calm… the magic time of the
year…!
*6-1-1988, Auroville:
I met F on the road and we had a long talk about the problem he is facing in
Auroville, now; it seems that some of what is called “the French group” (P.M among
them) have accused him of dealing with drugs and informed the Administrators on
him, who are now refusing to guarantee his visa, even though they admit to having
no proof whatsoever… Generally the stories go on, and the grooves must be pretty
worn out, but no one seems to mind repeating the circles…