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AMBERGRIS 
Till the Knowledge-Lotus flowering hides the world 
beneath its stem ; 
Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counter-
part in them. 
As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear, 
Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to dis-
appear, 
Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing 
bud dissever : 
Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are 
nothingness for ever. 
In the bless’d, the enlightened, perfect eyes these 
visions pass, 
Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened, leave no 
stain upon the glass. 
One last stroke, O heart-free master, one last cer-
tain calm of will, 
And the maker of Disaster shall be stricken and 
grow still. 
Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirit’s ut-
most flame, 
Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin sight and 
form and name ! 
Shatter, lake-reflected spectre ;  lake, rise up in 
mist to sun ; 
Sun, dissolve in showers of nectar, and the Mas-
ter’s work is done. 
Nectar perfume gently stealing, masterful and 
sweet and strong, 
Cleanse the world with light of healing in the an-
cient House of Wrong ! 
Free a million million mortals on the wheel of being 
tossed ! 
Open wide the mystic portals, and be altogether 
lost !