A MIGHTIER task remained than all he had done.

To that he turned from which all being comes,

Even in himself survived and hid from his view:

Still something in his earthly being kept

Its kinship with the Inconscient whence it came.

A shadowy unity with a vanished past

Treasured in an old world-frame was lurking there,

Secret, unnoted by the illumined mind,

And in subconscious whispers and in dream

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Still murmured at the mind's and spirit's choice.

Its treacherous elements spread like slippery grains

Hoping the incoming Truth might stumble and fall,

And old ideal voices wandering moaned

And pleaded for a heavenly leniency

To the gracious imperfections of our earth

And the sweet weaknesses of our mortal state.

This now he willed to discover and exile,

The element in him betraying God.

All Nature's recondite spaces were stripped bare,

All her dim crypts and comers searched with fire

Where refugee instincts and unshaped revolts

Could shelter find in darkness' sanctuary

Against the white purity of heaven's cleansing flame.

All seemed to have perished that was undivine:

Yet some minutest dissident might escape

For the Inconscient too is infinite;

The more its abysses we insist to sound,

Flooding the mind and body with its waves;

His being, spread to embrace the universe,

United the within and the without

To make of life a cosmic harmony,

An empire of the immanent Divine.

In this tremendous universality

Not only his soul-nature and mind-sense

Included every soul and mind in his,

But even the life of flesh and nerve was changed

And grew one flesh and nerve with all that lives;

He felt the joy of others as his joy,

He bore the grief of others as his grief;

His universal sympathy upbore,

Immense like ocean, the creation's load

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As earth upbears all beings' sacrifice,

Thrilled with the hidden Transcendent's joy and peace.

There was no more division's endless scroll;

One grew the Spirit's secret unity,

All nature felt again the single bliss;

There was no cleavage between soul and soul,

Overpowered were form and memory's limiting line;

The covering mind was seized and torn apart;

It was dissolved and now no more could be,

The one Consciousness that made the world was seen;

All now was luminosity and force.

The circle of the little self was gone;

The separate being could no more be felt;

It disappeared and knew itself no more,

Transcended was the human formula;

Man's heart that had obscured the Inviolable

Assumed the mighty beating of a god's;

His seeking mind ceased in the Truth that knows;

His life was a flow of the universal life.

He stood fulfilled on the world's highest line

Awaiting the ascent beyond the world,

Awaiting the Descent the world to save.

A Splendour and a Symbol wrapped the earth,

Serene epiphanies looked and hallowed vasts

Surrounded, wise infinitudes were close

And bright remotenesses leaned near and kin.

Sense failed in that tremendous lucency;

Ephemeral voices from his hearing fell fell

And Thought potent no more sank large and pale

Like a tired god into mysterious seas.

The robes of mortal thinking were cast down

Leaving his knowledge bare to absolute sight;

Fate's driving ceased and Nature's sleepless spur:

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The .athlete heavings of the will were stilled

In the Omnipotent's unmoving peace.

Life in his members lay down vast and mute;

Naked, unwalled, unterrified it bore

The immense regard of Immortality.

The last movement died and all at once grew still.

A weight that was the unseen Transcendent's hand

Laid on his limbs the spirit's measureless seal,

Infinity swallowed him into shoreless trance.

     As one who sets his sail towards mysteried shores

There no beginning is and there no end;

There is the stable force of all that moves;

There the aeonic labourer is at rest.

No giant mechanism watched by a soul;

There creaks no fate-turned huge machinery;

The marriage of evil with good within one breast,

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As stake in a wager of indifferent gods

And the shifting-lights and shadows of the idea

Find no access, no cause, no right to live:

There only reigns the Spirit's motionless power

There is no war of right with rival right;

There are no stumbling and half-seeing lives

He became the unborn Self that never dies,

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He joined the sessions of Infinity.

On the cosmic murmur primal loneliness fell,

Annulled was the contact formed with time-born things,

Empty grew Nature's wide community.

All things were brought back to their formless seed,

The world was silent for a cyclic hour.

Although the afflicted Nature he has left

Maintained beneath him her broad numberless fields,

Her enormous act, receding, failed remote

As if a soulless dream at last had ceased.

No voice came down from the high silences,

None answered from her desolate solitudes.

A stillness of cessation reigned, the wide

Immortal hush before the gods were born;

A universal Force awaited, mute,

The veiled Transcendent's ultimate decree.

Then suddenly there came a downward look

As if a sea exploring its own depths;

A living Oneness widened at its core

Caught all into a sole immense embrace;

Existence found its truth on Oneness' breast

And each became the self and space of all.

The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,

To feel was a flame-discovery of God,

All mind was a single harp of many strings,

All life a song of many meeting lives;

For worlds were many, but the Self was one.

This knowledge was now made a cosmos' seed:

This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,

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Worlds where the being is unbound and wide

Bodied unthinkably the egoless Self,

Rapture of beatific energies

Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a single joy;

White vasts were seen where all is wrapped in all.

And bound indissolubly to the One:

Each was unique but took all lives as its own,

There Oneness was not tied to monotone;

It showed a thousand aspects of itself,

Its luminous immutable stability

Upbore on a changeless ground for ever safe,

Compelled to a spontaneous servitude,

The ever-changing incalculable steps,

The seeming-reckless dance's subtle plan

Of immense world-forces in their perfect play.

Appearance looked back to its hidden truth

And made of difference oneness' smiling play;

It made all persons fractions of the Unique,

Yet all were being's secret integers.

All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love

In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace.

Identity's reconciling happiness gave

A rich security to difference.

On a meeting line of hazardous extremes

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The Game of games was played to its breaking point,

Where through self-finding by divine self-loss

There leaps out unity's supreme delight

Whose blissful undivided sweetness feels

A commonalty of the Absolute.

There was no sob of suffering anywhere;

Experience ran from point to point of joy:

Bliss was the pure undying truth of things.

All Nature was a conscious front of God:

A wisdom worked in all, self-moved, self-sure,

A plenitude of illimitable Light,

An authenticity of intuitive Truth,

A glory and passion of creative Force.

Infallible, leaping from eternity,

The moment's thought inspired the passing act,

A word, a laughter sprang from Silence' breast,

A rhythm of Beauty in the calm of Space,

A Knowledge in the fathomless heart of Time.

All turned to all without reserve's recoil:

A single ecstasy without a break,

Love was a close and thrilled identity

In the throbbing heart of all that luminous life.

A universal vision that unites,

A sympathy of nerve replying to nerve,

Hearing that listens to thought's inner sound

And follows the rhythmic meanings of the heart,

A touch that needs not hands to feel, to clasp,

Were there the native means of consciousness

And heightened the intimacy of soul with soul.

A grand orchestra of spiritual powers,

A diapason of soul interchange

Harmonised a oneness deep, immeasurable.

In these new worlds projected he became

A portion of the universal gaze,

A station of the all-inhabiting light,

A ripple on a single sea of peace.

His mind answered to countless communing minds,

His words were syllables of the cosmos' speech,

His life a field of the vast cosmic stir.

He felt the footsteps of a million wills

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Moving in unison to a single goal.

A stream ever new-born that never dies,

Caught in its thousandfold current's ravishing flow,

With its eddies of immortal sweetness thrilled,

He bore coiling through his members as they passed

Calm movements of interminable delight,

The bliss of a myriad myriads who are one.

     In this vast outbreak of perfection's law

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The Spirit's white neutrality became

A playground-of miracles, a rendezvous

For the secret powers of a mystic Timelessness:

It made of space a marvel house of God,

It poured through Time its works of ageless might,

Unveiled seen as a luring rapturous face

The wonder and beauty of its Love and Force.

The eternal Goddess moved in her cosmic house

Sporting with God as a Mother with her child:

To him the universe was her bosom of love,

His toys were the immortal verities.

All here self-lost had there its divine place.

The Powers that here betray our hearts and err,

Were there sovereign in truth, perfect in joy,

Masters in a creation without flaw,

Possessors of their own infinitude.

There Mind, a splendid sun of vision's rays,

Shaped substance by the glory of its thoughts

And moved amidst the grandeur of its dreams.

Imagination's great ensorcelling rod

Summoned the unknown and gave to it a home,

Outspread luxuriantly in golden air

Truth's iris-coloured wings of fantasy,

Or sang to the intuitive heart of joy

Wonder's dream-notes that bring the Real close.

Its Power that makes the unknowable near and true,

In the temple of the ideal shrined the One:

It peopled thought and mind and happy sense

Filled with bright aspects of the might of God

And living persons of the one Supreme,

The speech that voices the ineffable,

The ray revealing unseen Presences,

The virgin forms through which the Formless shines,.

The Word that ushers divine experience

And the Ideas that crowd the Infinite.

There was no gulf between the thought and fact,

Ever they replied like bird to calling bird,

The will obeyed the thought, the act the will,

There was a harmony woven twixt soul and soul.

A marriage with eternity divinised Time.

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There Life pursued unwearied of her sport,

Where sense can build a world of pure delight:

The home of a perpetual happiness,

The senses there were outlets of the soul;

Even the youngest child-thought of the mind

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Whose yearning throb and adoration's cry

Drew God's approaches close, sweet, wonderful.

Its solidity was a mass of heavenly make,

Its fixity and sweet permanence of charm

Made a bright pedestal for felicity.

Its bodies woven by a divine sense

Prolonged the nearness of soul's clasp with soul,

Its warm play of external sight and touch

Reflected the glow and thrill of the heart's joy,

Mind's climbing brilliant thoughts, the spirit's bliss;

Life's rapture kept for ever its flame and cry.

All that now passes lived immortal there

In the proud beauty and fine harmony

Of Matter plastic to spiritual light.

Its ordered hours proclaimed the eternal Law;

Vision reposed on a safety of deathless forms;

Time was Eternity's transparent robe.

      Against this glory of spiritual states,

Labours to find its cause and need to be;

A spirit ignorant of the world it made,

Obscured by Master, travestied by Life,

Struggles to emerge, to be free, to know and reign;

These were close-tied in one disharmony,

Yet the divergent lines met not at all .

Three Powers governed its irrational course,

In the beginning an unknowing Force,

In the middle an embodied striving soul,

In its end a silent spirit denying life.

A dull and infelicitous interlude

Unrolls its dubious truth to a questioning Mind

Compelled by the ignorant Power to play its part

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And to record her inconclusive tale,

Or a vexed illusion in man's toiling mind,

A fragile copy of the spirit's shell,

His body gathered into mystic sleep,

A foreign shape it seemed, a mystic shade.

     Alien now seemed that dim far universe,

Self and eternity alone were true.

Then memory climbed to him from the striving planes

Bringing a cry from one-loved cherished things,

And to the cry as to its own lost call

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A ray replied from the occult Supreme.

For even there the boundless Oneness dwells.

To its own sight unrecognisable,

It lived still sunk in its own tenebrous seas,

Upholding the world's inconscient unity

Hidden in Matter's insentient multitude.

This seed-self sown in the Indeterminate

Forfeits its glory of divinity,

Concealing the omnipotence of its Force,

Concealing the omniscience of its Soul;

An agent of its own transcendent Will,

It merges knowledge in the inconscient deep;

Accepting error, sorrow, death and pain,

A tie between them still could bridge two worlds;

There was a dim response, a distant breath;

All had not ceased in the unbounded hush.

Far down below him like a lamp in night;

Abandoned it lay, alone, imperishable,

Immobile with excess of passionate will,

His living, sacrificed and offered heart

Absorbed in adoration mystical,

Turned to its far-off fount of light and love.

In the luminous stillness of its mute appeal

It looked up to the heights it could not see;

It yearned from the longing depths it could not leave.

In the centre of its vast and fateful trance

Half way between his free and fallen selves,

Interceding twixt God's day and the mortal's night,

Accepting worsihp as its single law,

Accepting bliss as the sole cause of things,

Refusing the austere joy which none can share,

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Refusing the calm that lives for calm alone,

Her coming they had asked for earth and men;

This was the fiery point that called her now.

Extinction could not quench that lonely fire;

Its seeing filled the blank of mind and will;

Thought dead, its changeless force abode and grew.

Armed with the intuition of a bliss

To which some moved tranquillity was the key,

It persevered through life's huge emptiness

Amid the blank denials of the world.

It sent its voiceless prayer to the Unknown,

It listened for the footsteps of its hopes

Returning through the void immensities,

It waited for the fiat of the Word

That comes through the still self from the Supreme.

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