Supramental Rain

We seldom see the threads of former lives

Or those that move us now as marionettes

Upon our moral stage the past survives

And from the ancient towers and parapets

Looks down upon the folly and falsity

Rampant in this carnival of time.

But through the human haze and density

The future presses urging us to climb

Above the puppet self we know as man.

There is a silver thread among the skeins

Of fate unravelling that weaves a plan

And through our pain and pleasure stillsustains

A vision of a conscious soul divine,

Hidden as the larva in its cocoon,

Transforming silently, no outward sign

Betrays the mighty form within that soon

Will manifest as Force inviolate,

Visible even to the blind,

The forerunner who is born tomediate

Between humanity and supermind,

Precursor of the godlike race to come

When evil is transformed and death is slain,

On earth once more is heard the sacred AUM

Descending midst the Supramental rain.