Secret Supreme

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Secret Supreme

A Poem

A horrid stream leapt from darkness’ abode
A grim reminder of prevailing hopelessness;
It was a revolt of falsehood.

For Ignorance in cluelessness found no solace. 
Thus like a black cloud furthering the night’s darkness 
Ignorance veiled itself,
To find a grain of Truth within its self-spun veil.
A cohabitant of its bondage
A captive of the mystic veil.

Faith, Trust and Aspiration were strangers
To the Ignorance thus bound.
What ironed Law failed to do
Necessity with its restless compulsion achieved;
It drove Ignorance to court Truth.
For sustenance was what all principles of Life sought 
A self-propagation of its limitation under the Truth’s garb.

Not knowing Truth’s way was assimilation
Ignorance took the plunge, like a firefly seeking light.
In the wonderland of Truth
On a canopy of an expansive sky
The blanket of luminosity was spread,
It was the effulgent weaver revealing His wares 
Crowding the little above with His hues;
A kaleidoscope of possibilities were here.

Like a dark moon, Limitation, the stranger, arrived
Awed with wonderment at the luminous sphere
And with a base hope thought
“Me does Nature delight in and
I’m her multiplicity’s cause.
Covering this expanse of Light
I shall keep her in the cave of Inconscient.”

Truth extended its limb of transmutation to the musing stranger, 
Confiding a timeless secret.
Ignorance received with distrust the potion,
On which a mutation begun in Limitation.

First were the trickles of Truth,
Divine dew of the Blue Heavens,
Then in rushes heavens rolled in.
The dark stranger grew by his destruction,
From the cocooned confinement
Emerged a beauty, a coloured heaven.

An infinite winged Truth raced with Time’s moments
Ever eager to reach the Beyond’s beginning. 
Travelling thru’ subtle spheres of becomings
It discovered the horizon of Time -
Where the tenses of Time were one.
In one irretrievable move it aspired once more.

And then happened the supreme miracle
All was the same, yet by a mystic alchemy
All was not the same.
Once again the Transcendent Magician performed
And none could find His method — The Secret Supreme.

(Author’s Note: This poem was written between 2–3 Feb 1995. Lost to the author for decades, surfaced by the sure hand of Murli R. Perhaps a reminder of the curve that was indicated and now being traversed, a reminder too of Sri Krishna and Sri Aurobindo’s promise-

“I am here with thee in thy chariot of battle revealed as the Master of Existence within and without thee and I repeat the absolute assurance, the infallible promise that I will lead thee to myself through and beyond all sorrow and evil. Whatever difficulties and perplexities arise, be sure of this that I am leading thee to a complete divine life in the universal and an immortal existence in the transcendent Spirit.”

And thus the Godward endeavour justifies itself.)