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The Song of the Monad1

From the Infinite Source of All-the very Fount of Being—
aeons upon aeons ago came I,
Issuing forth as a Spark from the Essence of Flame Itself,
aware of naught but transcendent glory,

Commencing a cyclic journey covering incomputable periods of time,
Descending from the regions of starry brilliance—
Akin to their flaming lustre, free from all mantles of form—

I could speed anywhere in the vast reaches of Space:
Through solar systems or galactic universes, withal
having no feeling of awareness,

Yet ever impelled onward and downward, irresistibly
drawn to the regions of density—
Descending lower and lower, stage by stage, attracted to
the realms of Form.

There I gathered vestures pertaining to the Kingdoms of Fire,
Air, Water and Earth,
Lingering an aeon in each kingdom, seeking ever a
permanent mansion.

At length I emerged from the subtle realms and became
manifest in material form,
Imbedded in a crystalline encasement, where the pristine
brilliance of Flame itself was mirrored.

After long aeons and cycles I acquired new vestures:
Where lasting gems and shining brilliants were
exchanged for beauty and symmetry of form, and colour
and fragrance,

Where the glowing sunlight stimulated yearning for a
return to the ancestral Home—higher, even higher,
With the passing of further aeons I entered another

Having now the power of moving from place to place,
and able to wing my way once more;

Then, with the taking on of warm-blooded vehicles,
came new sensations of devotion, sacrifice and love.

At length I awoke to find myself of the Host of the
Human Kingdom,
Learning of the transmuting power of love,
Pulsating in consonance with the Divine Plan
Now under the regency of the Lordly Ah-hi2,

Consciously may I strive to speed upon my way to attain
knowledge of Atman3.

As the spark seeks to rejoin the flame from whence it

Ever ascending upwards, higher even than the whirling
Palaces of the Planetary Lhas,4

Even to the Primeval Seven Sons of Light,

Past blazing suns and trailing comets, past galaxies and
island universes,

Even to the Central Spiritual Sun...

For I have learned to say: Aham eva Parabrahma5.

1 From the book, The Divine Plan by Geoffrey A. Barborka. Theosophical Publishing House, India, 1964. Reprinted here with the kind permission of the Theosophical Publishing House, Adyar, Channai 600 020 India.
2 Sons of Mind; The Awakeners of Humanity.
3 The Source.
4 Planetary Regents, Watchers or Logoi.
5 "I am verily the Boundless."

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