The Glory of the Supermind

Walking lonely, walking blind

In the outposts of the mind

I came into a silent space

Where troubled thought could find no place

And error was a stranger there.

There was such magic in the air

The bursting soul in me took flight

At once so filled with strange delight

I flew above myself and then

Looked down upon the lives of men

Foiled by desire and deceit

Could find no avenue for feet

That wandered from the paths of God,

Into the darkest regions trod

Or thorn-strewn paths aware no more

Of all that they had been before

Descent into the earthly life

With all its suffering and strife,

And yet I saw stand beside

Each fallen soul an angel guide,

Protector of the upward Way

A designate of God to stay

The evil force that seeks to rule

And make of man his willing tool.

Then I felt my soul descend

Through realms of light that did not end,

A world reborn and without stain,

Saw falsehood die and man attain,

Leaving all the past behind

The glory of the Supermind.