The Secret Splendour

No Hope Unless.

(Written after being shown, as a special favour, on my birthday—November 25, 1956—what the Mother had written about her experience of the Supramental Manifestation on February 29 of the same year)

No hope for me unless you break

Even from within my Cave

 The gate of God the Gloom

Just as you broke from the infinite room

 The door of God the Gold

And set free wave on dazzling wave,

Omnipotence-sea that rolled

 Over all earth and gulfed all things

In the love that turns clay Supermind.

But, O sweet splendour, find

Yourself not only high above

But deep below in the blindnesses

And crumble down my stone

Of a heart! Unless

You are one with my night I shall never be

One with your solar infinity.

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