Cellular Transformation

All heals and seems as once before, yet new.

From the depths of dark experience we rise

Above our pain and lassitude and laws

Inviolate partake of their demise.

New energies uplift and mould new forms,

Round the constant Eye of the veiled Divine,

From the Mother's living cells, ubiquitous,

A contagion of the supramental line.

None is spared the impact and assault,

From sub-atomic particles to man,

In the subtle atmosphere of earth there dawns

By slow degrees the supramental plan.

Infiltrating with Her consciousness our cells,

In the nucleus the transformative power dwells.

Amal's comment: "The poem has a lot to say and says it well but perhaps lacks a little in spontaneity. The inner vision seems to pass into expression through the thinking mind - effectively but not always illuminatingly."