journal d'une transition

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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.” 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. *The flower in thy eyes. “If I look into thy eyes,