In that moment when the soul in man awakes To a light within that somehow he has known In all past lives through which his soul has grown, In that singular experience he takes
Irrevocably the steps to overcome The dragging of the chain-like memories Insistent as the beating of a drum That tie him to life's dull peripheries.
He feels within the kind ennobling hand Assisting him in his joyous upward climb Who knows the route and helps without demand The now intrepid traveler of time
To reach the golden realm of Supermind, The Mother's plan ingeniously designed.
Poems Undated (1727)
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