Happiness in Auroville

We drive on dusty roads,

Reaching home covered in a hue of orange-red that leaves our white cloths …un-white…

We quarrel over fences and noise,

Over cars and cut trees.

Standing in the queue at the Solar Kitchen, we all have a world of thoughts in our heads

Each one in its own mother tongue

And looking around we may ask ourselves

“Who is having the same dream?”

Many or few

Sometimes we stand together, sometimes we stand alone.

Sitting on the bench of the Financial Service, hearing the noise of the printers

We wonder

MONEY, or NO MONEY

MONEY, or NO MONEY.

Eating in our lovely restaurants we can thank the cooks that bring “our” cuisine from so far away: Korean, Italian, middle-Eastern, Japanese…

But then we say to ourselves

“Hey, I have to eat local food.”

So, we find all about wild edible plants.

We misjudge the past

We disagree about the present

We argue on the way forward

Because

We are only humans after all

ATTENTION: WORK in Progress

Wear a helmet

Sometimes it’s too easy and we wonder why everyone is complaining.

Sometimes it’s unbearably hard so that we can learn about our strengths and about our weaknesses.

We all think about water and when the next rain is going to come; waiting for it thirstily.

We want to make the world a better place, so we strive and fight and hope and work.

…waking up with the sounds of birds,

How can we not feel grateful?

Feeling supported,

How can we not feel grateful?

…in a place like Auroville

Where the impossible is possible,

And where the possible is impossible;

Over and over again

In eternity

We meet our own self, raw as it is,

we learn to love it, accept it and work with this mutable nature.

Happiness is in Auroville