2 more poems from Auroville

I’m a wild seed again. Let the wind carry me.

I’m a wild seed again .
Let the wind carry me.

Watching life passing, changing:
There are no constants.

Waves, wavelets
Vibrations

Meeting, making, being
Watching my being

Waves, wavelets
Vibrations.



Queen of the cynics

It’s alright.

There’s a wall being built around my heart.

You’re just another brick in the wall.