The self learns to surrender its will
to the opertions of a larger life
in the stress and anguish of the dark night.
The indwelling spirit labours
at his transmutation
from unreal to the real.
It works in the illuminated self
that it may become
the raw material
of Divine Humanity.
We should not forget
that the mystic life
is a life of love.
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