To screen the burning altar of the soul We place investitures of form and face Till all the strands of being coalesce And ignorance disappears to leave no trace.
For long is the labour to weld a strength divine From scattered bits and hard inconscient rods Of being satisfied within itself And ego who feels commensurate with gods.
A painful process seems the growth to light, In love with darkness we run and scamp and hide Fleeing the radiance that illumines our lives Enamoured of hate and pushing God aside
We war on others and ever within ourselves, With evasive manoeuvres keep the peace at bay, Cover our ears to mute the word that heals And shade our eyes from the great supernal ray.
Yet shall we wake to Supermind's descent And peace that stills the ever-doubting brain, Hear again the harmonies now mute And in our bodies cells the Light retain.
Poems Undated (1727)
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