More Divine
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Let every embodied soul
Experience every vessel
And each unique other,
However fine or in horror,
In essence one's mirror;
Eventually they will get bored,
Vomit or get slaughtered.
Those who survive
And awaken to one's Origin
Will automatically love more,
And in the magic of Impermanence
In the Eternal and Infinite Oneness
Aspire for something else
More divine than its species.
Thus with the experience
And deep understanding
Of this Karmic Spiritual Evolution
One agrees with and consents
To the Supramental rEvolution.
"The
whole earth must prepare itself for the advent of the new species, and
Auroville wants to work consciously to hasten this advent.
Little
by little it will be revealed to us what this new species must be, and
meanwhile, the best course is to consecrate oneself entirely to the
Divine."
A reiteration of the earlier
"But, to live in Auroville, one must be a willing servitor of the Divine Consciousness."
Creeds of the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers,
Sun-eyed hero warriors and barrier-breakers
And the Incommunicable's messengers,
Celestial Army of the Divine Mother MahaShakti.
But why at all bother, one asks,
As Ignorance is such a bliss?
Or so you surmise.
Why?
Because some beings undivine
Not from this world their origin,
Treating you as food and playthings,
Have no qualms kicking your butt
Or simply snuffing you out.
In your petty battles do remember
To identify with your mirrors:
See clearly your mortal vessels,
Still human the transitional.
And so We All as One
Unfolding Self-correcting
Movement continues on,
With a free-willed option
Which Path to march on:
The Sunlit or the darkened,
The easiest and most joyful
Or the long and winding painful,
Towards the Life Divine.
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