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\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
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Book Two. The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>    
\nCanto V<\/a>
\n    Canto VI<\/a>    Canto VII<\/a>    Canto VIII<\/a>    
\nCanto IX<\/a>
\n    Canto X<\/a>    Canto XI<\/a>    Canto XII<\/a>    
\nCanto XIII<\/a>    Canto XIV<\/a>    
\nCanto XV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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Book Two<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n

The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/b><\/p>\n

\n\n\n\n
<\/td>\n\n
\n


\nBook
\nTwo: Canto XI<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nKingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Mind<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Summary<\/B>
\n
Aswapathy crosses beyond the limits of the human mind into the
\nregions of a vaster transcending Thought. This higher Thought is
\nallied to a Vision facing the Spirit Eternal. On these peaks are seen
\nthe glories of the Ideal Mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nIdeal Mind is the source and inspirer of all the great hopes and
\nmovements on earth. It is the bridge between man and God. In this
\nworld dwell the Gods who are the forms taken by the truths of the
\nSpirit. Here are the Truth-Ideas that prefigure creation below. Their
\nlight and influence touches the human world and moves it to greater
\neffort. The source of human faith in progress and perfection lies
\nhere.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan
\nis not an alien to these regions; he belongs to them on his heights.
\nIn his condition of Ignorance he is exiled from there but his thought
\ncarries memories of this origin and, in moments of rare communion, is
\nenlivened by its light and force. Yet human will and sense act as
\nbarriers to this flow of greatness from above. The soul of man,
\nhowever, can climb to these luminous planes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nenters into this realm and sees the pure worlds of Thought where
\nKnowledge is the leader and thought the substance, where feeling
\nresponds readily to the Call of Truth, where form is a self-shaping
\nof the creative Ray, will, a conscious vehicle of the Gods. Here life
\nis brimming with scintillations of Consciousness. Joy and Bliss are
\nnatural here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFarther
\noff on the higher levels of Thought he espies newer heights where
\nTime touches the horizons of Eternity and Nature communes with the
\nSpirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nascent is through a triple realm of Thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nfirst levels are close and similar to human mind\u2014they are neither
\ntoo high nor too broad for human effort. The guardians of this world
\nintercede with the creative Puissance above and cast the immensities
\nof Thought into life. They are the interpreters between man’s mind
\nand God’s. They are masters of World-Tune, enjoyers of World-Bliss;
\nthey form Matter by the hidden stress of Mind; they measure out
\nWorld-Space. They give finite shape to infinite things, Form to the
\nFormless. But they impose a law on every movement and turn every step
\ninto a link of the chain of Necessity. They deprive Idea of its
\nplastic infinity and make it fit in into a worked-out design. The
\nknowledge they erect is bounded and perishable. They seek to tie down
\nthe fire and spontaneous movement of the One into determined time,
\nspace and law.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthis belt opens another range. The beings here have a wider sight and
\nshine with the light of a liberating Knowledge within. Their forte is
\nvision, not conception. They penetrate into the occult mind of the
\ncreative Power and formulate their discoveries in terms of symbol,
\ndesign of line and number and cosmic Law. But they try to structure
\nthe free rhythms of the infinite Consciousness into the logic of the
\nfinite thought. And in doing so, they construct a calculus of Destiny
\nto measure the immeasurable. As a result they are lost in detail and
\nmiss the Whole. The Unknowable retains its secrecy from them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nStill
\nhigher are the kings of Thought whose all-seeing gaze embraces Time
\nand Space. They hold and transmit to earth and heaven the imperative
\nof the creator Self. Theirs is an all-ruling Consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ncosmos is indeed no accident in Time. It is guided and led by a
\nTruth-Wisdom. The seed of creation sprouts from the Being of the
\nEternal and shaped into birth and growth by the creative gaze of the
\nAbsolute. There is a secret power in things compelling the concealed
\nGodhead to emerge. Even Nature’s ignorance is Truth’s instrument. The
\nsupreme Will works in the guise of destiny and the mortal grows
\ntowards the Immortal. The truth of the Spirit, however, is hidden and
\nit reveals itself only to the inner eye bereft of ego.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nfact escapes human thinking which seeks for a rule where a free
\nWisdom works, which alternates between Chance and Law as the truth of
\nlife.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nKings of Thought attempt to grasp with thought the Truth absolute, to
\ncapture Reality in the abstractions of the conceptual Mind. They
\neliminate sense, form, sound and make a vacuum to hold the One. They
\narrive at an austere negation as the meaning of all, a zero as the
\nfinis.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSuch
\nis the play of the gods of Thought trying to snare Truth into concept
\nand phrase for the delectation of the thinker. Truth is sought to be
\nimprisoned in the cabin of the human mind and made an instrument for
\nman’s domination of the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\nin response to all these seekings from below, the Truth-Goddess
\nappears to yield herself somewhat and consents to dwell on earth and
\ninstal her presence in the human breast. Man gives her a shape
\naccording to his own mind and self, clothes her in the Idea. Each one
\nthinks his is the sole truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nfact remains that the eternal Truth cannot be seized by thought or by
\nword. The world itself lives in the ray of this Truth-Sun which
\ncannot be imprisoned within the walls of the thought of man. However
\nhigh the thought, it is still inadequate. Thought has to yield to
\nVision and surrender to the supreme Truth. Only then will the
\nUnmanifest reflect himself in the living glass of the still mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Transcending
\nThought<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nceased the limits of the labouring Power. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nbeing and creation cease not there. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nThought transcends the circles of mortal mind,
It is greater than
\nits earthly instrument:
The godhead crammed into mind\u2019s narrow
\nspace
Escapes on every side into some vast
That is a passage
\nto infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nconies to a region where the labouring mind is no more. But on that
\naccount, being and creation do not cease to be. They are not
\ncreations of that mind and hence even when that mind is not there
\ntheir existence continues. Thought, pure Thought, is greater than the
\nmortal mind which is only its instrument and it is not confined to
\nthe rounds of that mind. Even when this Thought-Power compresses
\nitself in the mould of the limited mind, it overflows on all sides
\ninto some vaster expanse which is a pathway to Infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Child
\nof Spirit’s Force<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nmoves eternal in the spirit\u2019s field,
A runner towards the far
\nspiritual light,
A child and servant of the spirit\u2019s force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nThought is close to the spirit and it ranges in the spirit’s own
\ndomains. It always hastens towards the distant light of the spirit.
\nIn fact it is a product and an instrument of the force of the spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit
\nbeyond Thought<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nmind too falls back from a nameless peak. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nbeing stretched beyond the sight of Thought. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthe spirit is eternal and unmade
And not by thinking was its
\ngreatness born,
And not by thinking can its knowledge come. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nthe Thought-Mind, however, cannot rise above a certain height. It
\ncollapses in the higher altitudes of the Spirit. Neither speech nor
\nmind, says the Scripture, attains there; they fall back without
\nreaching.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy’s
\nbeing crosses beyond the farthest borders of Thought and steps into
\nthe realm of the Spirit. The Spirit exists even where Thought is not,
\nbecause it is not made by Thought, it does not exist by Thought and
\nits knowledge is not a result of Thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit
\nSelf-Existent<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nknows itself and in itself it lives,
It moves where no thought is
\nnor any form. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nfeet are steadied upon finite things,
Its wings can dare to cross
\nthe Infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSpirit does not need the instrumentation of thought to be self-aware.
\nIt is supremely conscient by itself and exists in itself. It lives
\nand moves even where no thought is nor form. But in its manifestation
\nit bases itself upon the finite; Earth is His footing, says the
\nUpanishad. But its range is infinite and it reaches where it chooses.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thought
\nleans on Vision<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArriving
\ninto his ken a wonder space
Of great and marvellous meetings
\ncalled his steps,
Where Thought leaned on a Vision beyond thought
\n
And shaped a world from the Unthinkable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nespies a new region of wonder beckoning to him. Here Thought is no
\nmore a Power acting on its own. It has come to the end of its
\ncapacity and it now needs to support itself on a Vision that exists
\nbeyond its sphere. Supported and moved by this Illumination, Thought
\nproceeds to form a world from out of the Unknowable that stretches
\nbeyond.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Splendours
\nof Ideal Mind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\npeaks imagination cannot tread,
In the horizons of a tireless
\nsight,
Under a blue veil of eternity
The splendours of ideal
\nMind were seen
Outstretched across the boundaries of things
\nknown. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBeyond
\nthe reaches of imagination, in the stretches of endless Vision, well
\nbeyond the spaces trodden and known by Thought, are the glories of
\nthe ideal Mind. Presiding over the kingdoms of the ideal Mind are the
\nskies of eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Creator
\nof Hopes<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOrigin
\nof the little that we are,
Instinct with the endless more that we
\nmust be,
A prop of all that human strength enacts,
Creator of
\nhopes by earth unrealised,
It spreads beyond the expanding
\nuniverse;
It wings beyond the boundaries of Dream,
It
\novertops the ceiling of life\u2019s soar. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nworld of the Ideal Mind is really the source of this as yet small
\ncreation that we are and it also holds in embryo all the
\npossibilities we are to actualise. The support for all actions by
\nhuman strength is here. All the hopes still unrealised on earth are
\nemanated from here. However much our universe might expand, this
\nideal world always outspreads it; it exceeds the farthest bounds of
\ndream even as it is beyond the highest flight of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Casts
\nCrowned Influences<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwake
\nin a luminous sphere unbound by Thought,
Exposed to omniscient
\nimmensities,
It casts on our world its great crowned influences,
\n
Its speed that outstrips the ambling of the hours,
Its force
\nthat strides invincibly through Time,
Its mights that bridge the
\ngulf twixt man and God,
Its lights that combat Ignorance and
\nDeath. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis not circumscribed by the boundaries of Thought. It is awake in an
\nillumined region and open to the vasts of Knowledge. From its
\nheights, it casts its towering influences on earth. Its movement is
\nfaster than human time, its force is irresistible. Its strengths link
\nup the finite and the Infinite, man and God; its radiances push back
\nthe darknesses of Ignorance and Death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Beauty
\nand Mightiness Walk Hand in Hand<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nits vast ambit of ideal Space
Where beauty and mightiness walk
\nhand in hand,
The Spirit\u2019s truths take form as living Gods
And
\neach can build a world in its own right. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSpace in this realm of the Ideal Mind is vast by nature and provides
\nan unlimited field to power and beauty which play happily together.
\nThey are not separated from each other as they are on many other
\nplanes in creation. The truths emanating from the manifesting Spirit
\nbecome each a creative Godhead capable of building a world in its own
\nright. Each truth here can father a world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Doubt
\nand Error are Not<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nan air which doubt and error cannot mark
With the stigmata of
\ntheir deformity,
In communion with the musing privacy
Of a
\ntruth that sees in an unerring light
Where the sight falters not
\nnor wanders thought,
Exempt from our world\u2019s exorbitant tax of
\ntears,
Dreaming its luminous creations gaze
On the Ideas that
\npeople eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDoubt
\nand error\u2014so characteristic of our world of ignorance do not
\npervade and deform here. Neither do sight nor thought go astray or
\nfail. Suffering and pain which are the hallmark of the limping human
\nworld are not here. In this domain all creations are bright, unbroken
\nin contact with their truths, gazing happily on the Ideas that move
\nin plenty around.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Masters
\nof the Ideal<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\na sun-blaze of joy and absolute power
Above the Masters of the
\nIdeal throne
In sessions of secure felicity,
In regions of
\nillumined certitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nthe heights of these planes of Ideal Mind, in regions of bright
\ncertitude, the presiding Powers reign in all their brilliance of joy
\nand irresistible strength, assured in their dominion of felicity. No
\ncontrary elements of doubt, uncertainty, limitation, unease or pain
\nhave entry here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Remote
\nfrom Mortal Life<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFar
\nare those realms from our labour and yearning and call,
Perfection\u2019s
\nreign and hallowed sanctuary
Closed to the uncertain thoughts of
\nhuman mind,
Remote from the turbid tread of mortal life. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nregions are beyond the reach of the tribulations, struggles and
\npantings of the human world in ignorance. They are far from the
\ngropings of the human mind and its makeshift arrangements. They are
\npatterns of perfection and security.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Our
\nSecret Selves next of Kin<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nsince our secret selves are next of kin,
A breath of unattained
\ndivinity
Visits the imperfect earth on which we toil; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthe same, they are not completely separate and foreign to us. We have
\nparts in us that are in relation with these realms. These parts are
\nconcealed behind our exterior selves and in touch with the movements
\nof the regions above. Influences from these diviner altitudes act
\nupon the mortal world through hidden channels of communication and
\nhelp us in our labour to rise above our state of imperfection.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nLight Falls, a Thought Comes Down<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcross
\na gleaming ether\u2019s golden laugh
A light falls on our vexed
\nunsatisfied lives,
A thought comes down from the ideal worlds
\n
And moves us to new-model even here
Some image of their
\ngreatness and appeal
And wonder beyond the ken of mortal hope. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nhigher impact takes place in many forms. From these regions of
\nfelicity a light descends on our troubled, striving lives and gives a
\nfresh direction and fillip to our efforts. Or a thought from the
\nIdeal Worlds floats down and inspires men to work to fashion a new
\ncreation in the mould of a great, new Idea. That is how men come to
\nexceed their human norms time and again.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nFaith in Things that must be<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmid
\nthe heavy sameness of the days
And contradicted by the human law,
\n
A faith in things that are not and must be
Lives comrade of
\nthis world\u2019s delight and pain,
The child of the secret soul\u2019s
\nforbidden desire
Born of its amour with eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlong
\nwith the joys and pains of the mortal world, there is also in man a
\nfaith in greater things that can be made possible even though they
\nmay not exist at present. This faith may be denied by the prevailing
\norder of circumstances, but it persists and grows because at its
\norigin is the aspiration of the inner soul to break out beyond the
\nlimits imposed by the imperfection of nature into the larger
\ndimensions of the Eternal\u2014with which it is, indeed, in constant
\nrelation at its deepest level.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit
\nBreaks Free<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nspirits break free from their environment;
The future brings its
\nface of miracle near,
Its godhead looks at us with present eyes;
\n
Acts deemed impossible grow natural;
We feel the hero\u2019s
\nimmortality,
The courage and the strength death cannot touch
\n
Awake in limbs that are mortal, hearts that fail;
We move by
\nthe rapid impulse of a will
That scorns the tardy trudge of
\nmortal Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nspirit within breaks out of the limits imposed upon it by the
\nenvironment and what appeared an impossible miracle before comes
\nclose to a realisation now. The distant probability of the future
\nnears actuality in the present. A heroic courage and strength
\nundaunted by the oppositions flow in mortal limbs and an irresistible
\nwill begins to effectuate itself with a momentum and speed that far
\nexceed the slow rhythm of earthly Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Citizens
\nof Mother State<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\npromptings come not from an alien sphere:
Ourselves are citizens
\nof that mother State,
Adventurers, we have colonised Matter\u2019s
\nnight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nimpulsions from the Ideal worlds do not really come from a foreign
\nplane. In our deeper parts we too belong to that source realm. In
\nfact we have come from those worlds of light to settle in and
\ncolonise, as it were, the darker regions of Matter so that these too
\nmay be developed and transformed into a kingdom of Light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thought
\nServant of Ignorance<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nnow our rights are barred, our passports void;
We live
\nself-exiled from our heavenlier home. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nerrant ray from the immortal Mind
Accepted the earth\u2019s
\nblindness and became
Our human thought, servant of Ignorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\nin our present state of division in consciousness and ignorance, we
\nlive exiled from that original home of ours. And it will be so till
\nwe rise out of our disabling imperfections.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nthought is at its source a ray from the immortal Mind-Sun which in
\nits career has come under the spell of the darkness of material earth
\nand turned into an agent of Ignorance instead of being the emissary
\nof the Light of Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Labourer
\non Unsure Globe<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nexile, labourer on this unsure globe
Captured and driven in
\nLife\u2019s nescient grasp,
Hampered by obscure cell and treacherous
\nnerve,
It dreams of happier states and nobler powers,
The
\nnatural privilege of unfallen gods
Recalling still its old lost
\nsovereignty. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLabouring
\nin this uncertain field of Ignorance, handicapped by the noose of
\nnescience in its embodied life, checkmated by the obscurity and
\nunsteadiness of its physiological instruments, this thought ekes out
\nits existence as an exile. But it has not altogether forgotten its
\nhappier origins, states of power and dominion; it recalls them time
\nand again.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nMemory Steals from the Lost Heaven<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmidst
\nearth\u2019s mist and fog and mud and stone
It still remembers its
\nexalted sphere
And the high city of its splendid birth. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmemory steals from a lost heaven of Truth,
A wide release comes
\nnear, a Glory calls,
A might looks out, an estranged felicity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough
\nengrossed in the materiality of this down-to-earth existence and its
\nobscurities and grossnesses, Thought retains the memory of its nobler
\nheights, its brighter origins. Living flashes of these memories float
\ndown with touches of the Truth from above; a Call sounds from the
\nGlory and the Might and the lost Bliss of its heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Uncertain
\nLeader<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nglamorous passages of half-veiled light
Wandering, a brilliant
\nshadow of itself,
This quick uncertain leader of blind gods,
\n
This tender of small lamps, this minister serf
Hired by a
\nmind and body for earth-use
Forgets its work mid crude realities;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nall its brilliance, this thought is only a shadow of its original
\nself. It wanders on roads of half-light, an unsure half-seeing leader
\nof the blind host of sense-faculties. Though it is of a higher status
\nthan either mind or body, it functions as their slave, catering to
\ntheir creature needs, forgetting its own rightful role amidst their
\ngross occupations.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Recovers
\nits Imperial Right<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nrecovers its renounced imperial right,
It wears once more its
\npurple robe of thought
And knows itself the Ideal\u2019s seer and
\nking,
Communicant and prophet of the Unborn,
Heir to delight
\nand immortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\na result of flashes from on high, however, it awakes to its own
\nnatural right of rulership and comes into its own function as
\nthought-proper, as the seer and realiser of Ideals, as the harbinger
\nof what is still to manifest, as the claimant to the bliss and
\nimmortality of the Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dreams
\nare Real<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthings are real that here are only dreams,
In our unknown depths
\nsleeps their reserve of truth,
On our unreached heights they
\nreign and come to us
In thought and muse trailing their robes of
\nlight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome
\nthings may appear to be unrealisable, as unsubstantial as dreams, to
\nthe practical mind of the world as it is today. But this is only an
\nappearance. Even what appears as a dream has some reality. In fact,
\nthe dream is only a reflection, a transcription on earth of what is
\nreal elsewhere and can be made real on earth also in some way. This
\nelement or basis of truth is latent in the depths of our being. It
\nprojects itself on the surface through certain thoughts, through the
\noccasional musings of man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Celestial
\nVisitants Await<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nour dwarf will and cold pragmatic sense
Admit not the celestial
\nvisitants:
Awaiting us on the Ideal\u2019s peaks
Or guarded in
\nour secret self unseen
Yet flashed sometimes across the awakened
\nsoul,
Hide from our lives their greatness, beauty, power. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\nthese intimations from the higher planes of Truth have no free entry
\nin us. They are constantly obstructed, checked and rejected by our
\ndown-to-earth sense-mind and the small will accustomed to small
\nmovements. Larger possibilities, greater truths, lie concealed and
\nawait us on the higher planes of the Ideal worlds, in the profounder
\ndepths of our being. Occasionally, in our awakened moments they reach
\ntheir message to us and inspire us to greater endeavour.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Our
\nSouls can Climb<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\npresent feels sometimes their regal touch,
Our future strives
\ntowards their luminous thrones:
Out of spiritual secrecy they
\ngaze,
Immortal footfalls in mind\u2019s corridors sound:
Our
\nsouls can climb into the shining planes,
The breadths from which
\nthey came can be our home. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nlives sometimes feel the impact of these brooding truths and our
\nfuture is being moulded towards their realisation. They are still
\nbehind the veil, but from their station they cast a creative gaze on
\nus, their emanations impinge on our minds. Our deepest being can
\nascend into the luminous regions of these verities and their vaster
\nnative planes can be our home.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thinker
\nEnters Immortal’s Air<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nprivilege regained of shadowless sight
The Thinker entered the
\nimmortals\u2019 air
And drank again his pure and mighty source. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmutable
\nin rhythmic calm and joy
He saw, sovereignly free in limitless
\nlight,
The unfallen planes, the thought-created worlds <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nbegins to see clear and bright without any distorting shadow
\nintervening as on the lower planes of Mind; he breathes the fresh air
\nof the gods, pure and strong. He is once again able to draw freely
\nfrom this fount of nourishment. Fixed in this rhythm of calm and joy,
\nhe sees in unhindered illumination, the august worlds of Thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thought-Created
\nWorlds<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere
\nKnowledge is the leader of the act
And Matter is of thinking
\nsubstance made,
Feeling, a heaven-bird poised on dreaming wings,
\n
Answers Truth\u2019s call as to a parent\u2019s voice,
Form
\nluminous leaps from the all-shaping beam
And Will is a conscious
\nchariot of the Gods,
And Life, a splendour-stream of musing
\nForce,
Carries the voices of the mystic Suns. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthese Thought-worlds Knowledge leads action, that is, all action is
\nguided by right Knowledge; the very material substance of this place
\nis infused with the power to think, it is not inconscient; feeling
\nsoars in answer to the call of Truth above, it is not set in motion
\nby lower impulsions; every form is a luminous becoming of truth, it
\nis not an obscuring veil; will is a conscious vehicle of the Divine
\nPower, not a mechanical slave of material life; Life itself is a
\nradiant flow of conscious Force, full of the charge of Truth, not a
\nblind energy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nHappiness it Brings<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nhappiness it brings of whispered truth;
There runs in its flow
\nhoneying the bosom of Space
A laughter from the immortal heart of
\nBliss,
And the unfathomed Joy of timelessness,
The sound of
\nWisdom\u2019s murmur in the Unknown
And the breath of an unseen
\nInfinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife
\nhere moves with the gentle happiness of assured truth, it flows in
\naudible waves of bliss immortal; time and space do not limit its
\nmovement. Its joy is perennial, its breath is of the infinite.
\nBeating in its heart is a Wisdom that speaks from the unknown.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit
\nof Mind Broods on Idea<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ngleaming clarities of amethyst air
The chainless and omnipotent
\nSpirit of Mind
Brooded on the blue lotus of the Idea. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nin the bright, pure air of the Thought-world, the free, supremely
\npowerful Spirit of Mind broods creatively on the Idea preparing to
\nmanifest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Word
\nof Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ngold supernal sun of timeless Truth
Poured down the mystery of
\nthe eternal Ray
Through a silence quivering with the word of
\nLight
On an endless ocean of discovery. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis here a continuous play of a ray of Light from the Truth-Sun above.
\nThe silence in the air is athrob with the luminous Word. All is
\nperpetually new.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Meditation’s
\nMounting Edge<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFar-off
\nhe saw the joining hemispheres. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nmeditation\u2019s mounting edge of trance
Great stairs of thought
\nclimbed up to unborn heights
Where Time\u2019s last ridges touch
\neternity\u2019s skies
And Nature speaks to the spirit\u2019s absolute. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlong
\nthe ascending stairs of thought meditative, Aswapathy arrives at the
\nineffable summits of trance from where he sees the juncture of the
\nlower and the upper hemispheres of the Creation, where Time touches
\nEternity and Nature communes with the highest Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Beginning
\nof Immense Ascent<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntriple realm of ordered thought came first,
A small beginning of
\nimmense ascent:
Above were bright ethereal skies of mind,
A
\npacked and endless soar as if sky pressed sky
Buttressed against
\nthe Void on bastioned light;
The highest strove to neighbour
\neternity,
The largest widened into the infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFirst
\na realm of Thought-world reveals itself in three tiers, commencing an
\nimmense range of ascent, disappearing into bright far-ranging
\nethereal skies above, touching, as it were, a void of massed light.
\nThe highest of these reached out to near eternity and the largest
\nextended into the infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
First
\nRealms above Human Mind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nthough immortal, mighty and divine,
The first realms were close
\nand kin to human mind;
Their deities shape our greater thinking\u2019s
\nroads,
A fragment of their puissance can be ours:
These
\nbreadths were not too broad for our souls to range,
These heights
\nwere not too high for human hope. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nthis realm is thus mighty, divine and immortal in its nature proper,
\nit is not altogether out of reach of the human mind. Its lower ranges
\nare near to it and have an affinity with it. The Powers of these
\nplanes form the higher thought-movements of the mind and, if the mind
\nso aspires, something of their strength and force can be acquired by
\nit. Their breadths and heights are within the extended capacity of
\nthe human being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Its
\nUpward Slope Looks Down<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntriple flight led to this triple world. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nabrupt for common strengths to tread,
Its upward slope looks down
\non our earth-poise:
On a slant not too precipitously steep
One
\ncould turn back travelling deep descending lines
To commune with
\nthe mortal\u2019s universe. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nflight to this three-tiered world is also three-phased.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nascending heights may be difficult for the ordinary human to climb,
\nbut these heights are inclined towards the earth and there are
\ndescending paths which make it possible for one on the heights to
\nlook back and contact the earth-world below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wardens
\nof the Ascending Stair<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmighty wardens of the ascending stair
Who intercede with the
\nall-creating Word,
There waited for the pilgrim heaven-bound
\nsoul;
Holding the thousand keys of the Beyond
They proffered
\ntheir knowledge to the climbing mind
And filled the life with
\nThought\u2019s immensities. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nguardian angels of this high ascending region, capable of linking the
\nhuman soul with the creative Dynamis above, wait here for the
\naspiring seeker to arrive. They have it in their power to open the
\nmultiple gates on the Reality beyond the human mind and they offer
\ntheir knowledge to the seeking mind that adventures to climb these
\nheights. They it is who flood the mind that reaches here with the
\nvastnesses proper to Thought at this level.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nBring Immortal Fire<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nprophet hierophants of the occult Law,
The flame-bright hierarchs
\nof the divine Truth,
Interpreters between man\u2019s mind and God\u2019s,
\n
They bring the immortal fire to mortal men. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\ncustodians are in the know of the occult Law of the processes as well
\nas of the spiritual Truth of manifestation. They interpret the
\ngnostic Mind of the creative Reality to the human mind and they plant
\nin the mortal creature that is here the flaming and undying
\naspiration for divinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Guardian
\nof Bright Degrees<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIridescent,
\nbodying the invisible,
The guardians of the Eternal\u2019s bright
\ndegrees
Fronted the sun in radiant phalanxes. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfar
\nthey seemed a symbol imagery,
Illumined originals of the shadowy
\nscript
In which our sight transcribes the ideal Ray,
Or icons
\nfiguring a mystic Truth,
But, nearer, Gods and living Presences. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nguardians of the shining domains are radiant. They embody what is
\ninvisible to the human eye and face the Eternal Splendour in their
\ngathered strengths. From a distance they look like a symbolic
\npattern, the bright originals of the illuminations of the ideal world
\nthat are interpreted so obscurely by human sight. Seen afar they
\nappear as symbols of a mystic Truth; seen nearer they appear as Gods
\nand living Presences.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
March
\nof Friezes<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmarch of friezes marked the lowest steps;
Fantastically ornate
\nand richly small,
They had room for the whole meaning of a world,
\n
Symbols minute of its perfection\u2019s joy,
Strange beasts that
\nwere Nature\u2019s forces made alive
And, wakened to the wonder of
\nhis role,
Man grown an image undefaced of God
And objects the
\nfine coin of Beauty\u2019s reign;
But wide the terrains were those
\nlevels serve. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nlower levels of this realm are like graded steps marked by a series
\nof figures that are ornamental in appearance but really symbolise the
\nentire truth of a world, expressive of its joy of perfection. It
\nlooks as if the Forces of Nature have assumed meaningful forms of
\nstrange beasts and man has awakened to the glory of his role and
\nfaithfully images God without deformation. All objects are forms of
\nbeauty. These levels lead to wide expanses above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The
\nCreative Powers<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nfront of the ascending epiphany
World-Time\u2019s enjoyers,
\nfavourites of World-Bliss,
The Masters of things actual, lords of
\nthe hours,
Playmates of youthful Nature and child God,
Creators
\nof Matter by hid stress of Mind
Whose subtle thoughts support
\nunconscious Life
And guide the fantasy of brute events,
Stood
\nthere, a race of young keen-visioned Gods,
King-children born on
\nWisdom\u2019s early plane,
Taught in her school world-making\u2019s
\nmystic play. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe vanguard of these hosts of Light are the great creative Powers,
\nfresh, masters supreme, enjoyers of Bliss and rulers of Time,
\nsporting with both Nature and God. They create Matter by the
\nconcealed pressure of the Mind, guide and sustain unconscious Life
\nand its movements with their veiled intelligence. They are the regal
\nPowers put forth by the Creative Spirit on the primal planes of
\nKnowledge and charged with the dynamis of the Manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Arch-Masons<\/B>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArch-masons
\nof the eternal Thaumaturge,
Moulders and measurers of fragmented
\nspace,
They have made their plan of the concealed and known
A
\ndwelling-house for the invisible King. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nare the chief constructing assistants of the great miracle Worker\u2014the
\nDivine Creator. They use up finite space for creation. What they
\nbuild is partly patent and partly concealed but the whole of it is
\nin-dwelt by their Master who remains invisible to the outer eye.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
This
\nWorld-Kindergarten<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nObeying
\nthe Eternal\u2019s deep command
They have built in the material
\nfront of things
This wide world-kindergarten of young souls
\n
Where the infant spirit learns through mind and sense
To read
\nthe letters of the cosmic script
And study the body of the cosmic
\nself
And search for the secret meaning of the whole. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nexecution of the order of the Eternal Spirit they have built this
\nmaterial world of ours. This world is not all. It is only a physical
\nfront of an immense creation. It is a first school where child-souls
\nwho have been launched into their course of evolution learn through
\nthe faculties of sense and mind to take in and follow the design of
\nthe cosmic creation, to study this embodiment of the cosmic self and
\nunderstand the hidden purpose and significance of the whole creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Finite
\nShape to Things Infinite<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nall that Spirit conceives they give a mould;
Persuading Nature
\ninto visible moods
They lend a finite shape to infinite things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthings arise out of an original conceiving in the bosom of the
\nSpirit. What is conceived there is given shape by these Powers. They
\nmove executive Nature into operation and provide embodiment to the
\ntruths seeking manifestation, give a finite form to things that are
\nin themselves infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nSeize each Power<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach
\npower that leaps from the Unmanifest
Leaving the largeness of the
\nEternal\u2019s peace
They seized and held by their precisian eye
\n
And made a figurante in the cosmic dance:
Its free caprice
\nthey bound by rhythmic laws
And compelled to accept its posture
\nand its line
In the wizardry of an ordered universe. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach
\nimpulsion, each creative vibration that emanates from the
\nunmanifested silent Being of the Infinite is seized by these
\narch-masons, appraised and pressed into service in the Cosmic Play of
\nmanifestation. They subject its innate freedom of movement and
\nexpression to the laws of the manifestation and compel it to conform
\nto the regulated order of the wondrous cosmos and participate in it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Formless
\nCast into Form<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nAll-containing was contained in form,
Oneness was carved into
\nunits measurable,
The limitless built into a cosmic sum:
\n
Unending Space was beaten into a curve,
Indivisible Time into
\nsmall minutes cut,
The infinitesimal massed to keep secure
The
\nmystery of the Formless cast into form. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy
\nthese formateurs the Infinite that contains All is enclosed in form,
\nthe One is shaped into Many, the Illimitable is formed into the
\ncosmic totality, boundless Space is pressed into practical bounds,
\nand the minutest fragments of atoms are massed close as if to guard
\nthe secret of the Formless assuming Form\u2014no further probe is
\npossible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Their
\nCraft<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInvincibly
\ntheir craft devised for use
The magic of sequent number and
\nsign\u2019s spell,
Design\u2019s miraculous potency was caught
Laden
\nwith beauty and significance
And by the determining mandate of
\ntheir gaze
Figure and quality equating joined
In an
\ninextricable identity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTheir
\nskill in formation makes capital use of the science of numbers and
\nsymbols, captures the power and beauty of the intended design and by
\nthe creative force of their gaze harmonises the stress of
\nconsciousness in things with their shape and forges them together.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nStamp Curves of Law<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\neach event they stamped its curves of law
And its trust and
\ncharge of burdened circumstance;
A free and divine incident no
\nmore
At each moment willed or adventure of the soul,
A line
\nforeseen of an immutable plan,
It lengthened a fate-bound
\nmysterious chain,
One step more in Necessity\u2019s long march. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nimpose upon the free movement of the spirit the determination of the
\nlaws of the processes of manifestation. Every movement is governed by
\na host of others. There is no more the free and independent exercise
\nof the soul’s choice. All proceeds according to a conceived plan and
\nevery event is an inevitable link in the long chain of Necessity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nTerm Set for every Power<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nterm was set for every eager Power
Restraining its will to
\nmonopolise the world,
A groove of bronze prescribed for force and
\nact
And shown to each moment its appointed place
Forewilled
\ninalterably in the spiral
Huge Time-loop fugitive from eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach
\npower of possibility that is released from the Being of the Infinite
\nnaturally seeks to affirm itself as the sole truth; restriction is
\nimposed upon this will by these Agents. They cast and fix moulds in
\nwhich the creative energies shall move, they even determine the role
\nof each moment in the unrolling of Time that shies from Eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cause
\nand Consequence<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInevitable
\ntheir thoughts like links of Fate
Imposed on the leap and
\nlightning race of mind
And on the frail fortuitous flux of life
\n
And on the liberty of atomic things
Immutable cause and
\nadamant consequence. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nimpelling thoughts of this conscious will firmly impose the stone law
\nof cause and effect on the mind and its rapidities, on life and its
\nerratic flowings, on the infinitesimal forms of matter and their
\nindeterminability.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Idea
\ngives up Plastic Infinity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIdea
\ngave up the plastic infinity
To which it was born and now traced
\nout instead
Small separate steps of chain-work in a plot:
\n
Immortal once, now tied to birth and end,
Torn from its
\nimmediacy of errorless sight,
Knowledge was rebuilt from cells of
\ninference
Into a fixed body flasque and perishable;
Thus
\nbound it grew, but could not last and broke
And to a new
\nthinking\u2019s body left its place. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIdea
\nwhich is boundless and freely variable by nature on its own plane
\nundergoes a change: its movement is arrested and it can only work
\nstep by step as part of a given situation. Knowledge ceases to be
\nspontaneous, constant and true in its vision; it is to be constructed
\nfrom elements like inference; its form is brittle and in the very
\nnature of things it cannot be lasting; it breaks down soon and a new
\nknowledge has to be built to replace the old.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nCage for Infinite’s Thoughts<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncage for the Infinite\u2019s great-eyed seraphim Thoughts
Was closed
\nwith a criss-cross of world-laws for bars
And hedged into a curt
\nhorizon\u2019s arc
The irised vision of the Ineffable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nhigh and far ranging Thoughts of the Infinite Mind are shut up in a
\ncage barred with the laws of logic, reasoning etc. The vast and
\nvariegated vision of the Ineffable Reality is circumscribed into a
\nnarrow and small horizon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cast
\ninto Time and Space<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntimeless Spirit was made the slave of the hours;
The Unbound was
\ncast into a prison of birth
To make a world that Mind could grasp
\nand rule. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat
\nis beyond Time, the Eternal, is turned by these Powers into
\nsubjection to the process of Time; what is unlimited, free from
\nbounds, the Infinite, is cast by them into bounded form. So have they
\ncreated a world, limited by Time and Space, which the limited Mind
\ncan grasp and manage.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nTied the Movement<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nan earth which looked towards a thousand suns,
That the created
\nmight grow Nature\u2019s lord
And Matter\u2019s depths be illumined
\nwith a soul
They tied to date and norm and finite scope
The
\nmillion-mysteried movement of the One. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nhave they circumscribed the movement of the manifestation of the Many
\nout of the One into Time, Space and Law in order that on this earth,
\nwhich aspires to the multifaceted Light of the Spirit above, what is
\napparently a creature of Nature may grow and evolve into her Master
\nand in the heart of Matter the soul of Light may be formed. A
\ndirection is given and a scope set for the creative Movement with a
\nview to a definite end.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nSubtle Archangel Race<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nstood ranked a subtle archangel race
With larger lids and looks
\nthat searched the unseen. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlight of liberating Knowledge shone
Across the gulfs of silence
\nin their eyes;
They lived in the mind and knew truth from within;
\n
A sight withdrawn in the concentrated heart
Could pierce
\nbehind the screen of Time\u2019s results
And the rigid cast and
\nshape of visible things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthese arch-masons stand other, higher and subtler type of beings with
\na larger sight probing into realms unseen. Their eyes are calm and
\nsilent but they shine with the light of a liberating Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nbeings do not have to search for truth outside, they are aware of it
\nfrom within. Their sight is not directed and spread outward, but held
\nand concentrated within the heart; so in-gathered it is capable of
\npiercing through the external crust of form, circumstance and event
\nand perceiving the inner truth of things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Their
\nVision and Seeing Thoughts<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthat escaped conception\u2019s narrow noose
Vision descried and
\ngripped; their seeing thoughts
Filled in the blanks left by the
\nseeking sense. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmind’s faculty of conceiving is narrow, it is not large enough to
\ngrasp all that is to be known. The vision of these beings takes in
\nall that escapes mental conception and holds it. Similarly, the human
\nsenses cannot grasp everything; there are gaps. These gaps are filled
\nby the thoughts of these high beings\u2014thoughts that do not merely
\nsee but bridge the gaps.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Engineers
\nof the Impossible<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHigh
\narchitects of possibility
And engineers of the impossible,
\n
Mathematicians of the infinitudes
And theoricians of
\nunknowable truths,
They formulate enigma\u2019s postulates
And
\njoin the unknown to the apparent worlds. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis these beings who take up the teeming possibilities to work them
\ninto actualities, make possible what appears to be impossible. They
\nmeasure out the Immeasurable; of truths that cannot be known by the
\nmind they form theoretical bases; of the enigma of the world they
\nformulate the fundamentals. Thus do they bridge the gulf between the
\nknown and the unknown, the worlds that are seen and those that are
\nunseen.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Acolytes
\nof Timeless Power<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcolytes
\nthey wait upon the timeless Power,
The cycle of her works
\ninvestigate;
Passing her fence of wordless privacy
Their mind
\ncould penetrate her occult mind
And draw the diagram of her
\nsecret thoughts;
They read the codes and ciphers she had sealed,
\n
Copies they made of all her guarded plans,
For every turn of
\nher mysterious course
Assigned a reason and unchanging rule. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nare, as it were, understudies of the creative Power at work. They
\nexplore and study her cyclical movements; they enter into the
\nsecrecies of her mind to know the lay-out and direction of her plans;
\nthey purport to find a reason for every turn of her course\u2014which is
\nreally mysterious and not explicable by the laws of reasoning\u2014and
\nseek to apply some fixed rule to her varying movements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Audacious
\nClaims<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nUnseen grew visible to student eyes,
Explained was the immense
\nInconscient\u2019s scheme,
Audacious lines were traced upon the
\nVoid;
The Infinite was reduced to square and cube. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\ndo they presume to decipher and explain what is Unseen and Unknown.
\nThe scheme of the huge Inconscient is explained to their own
\nsatisfaction, the ineffable Void patterned, the boundless Infinite
\nmeasured in symbol-form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nFrame the Law<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArranging
\nsymbol and significance,
Tracing the curve of a transcendent
\nPower,
They framed the cabbala of the cosmic Law,
The
\nbalancing line discovered of Life\u2019s technique
And structured
\nher magic and her mystery. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\norganise a system of their own symbols and significances and
\nformulate a Law and occult science by which to interpret the movement
\nof the creative Power. They discover the norm and lever of the
\noperations of Life and erect a frame for grasping her mysterious
\nworkings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Schemes
\nof Knowledge<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImposing
\nschemes of knowledge on the Vast
They clamped to syllogisms of
\nfinite thought
The free logic of an infinite consciousness,
\n
Grammared the hidden rhythms of Nature\u2019s dance,
Critiqued
\nthe plot of the drama of the worlds,
Made figure and number a key
\nto all that is: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nseek to capture the Vast Reality in their laboured scheme of
\nKnowledge, to fix the free play of the infinite Consciousness into
\nthe grooves of finite thinking processes, to subject the secret,
\nlive, rhythmic movements of Nature to the dry mechanical steps of
\naccurate logic, to forthwith analyse and evaluate the still unfolding
\nplot of the drama of the cosmos, to make symbols the sole sufficing
\nmeans to explain everything.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Psycho-Analysis
\nof the Self<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\npsycho-analysis of cosmic Self
Was traced, its secrets hunted
\ndown, and read
The unknown pathology of the Unique. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSelf of the universe is scrutinised through an examination of its
\nmind-formulations; even the phenomenon of pain and suffering in the
\nBeing of the Sole Reality is studied.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
System
\nand Scheme<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAssessed
\nwas the system of the probable,
The hazard of fleeing
\npossibilities,
To account for the Actual\u2019s unaccountable sum,
\n
Necessity\u2019s logarithmic tables drawn,
Cast into a scheme
\nthe triple act of the One. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nalso evolve a kind of statistical science to explain how out of the
\ninnumerable possibilities at large, through a sifting of
\nprobabilities, the actuals have come to be in their totality. They
\nwork out the processes of the law of Necessity in detail and seek to
\nimpose the mould of a scheme on the free, multiple, manifesting
\naction of the One Reality which proceeds by the working out of the
\npossibles through the pro-babies into the unaccountable sum of the
\nactuals.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chance
\nand Imperative<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUnveiled,
\nthe abrupt invisible multitude
Of forces whirling from the hands
\nof Chance
Seemed to obey some vast imperative:
Their tangled
\nmotives worked out unity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ntheir unveiling, the veiled operations look as if a host of invisible
\nforces are released by some Chance, but, in reality, they are
\ncompelled to obey a gigantic Will; and in the process, whatever their
\nvarying and confusing impulsions, they work out a Unity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Calculus
\nof Destiny<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwisdom read their mind to themselves unknown,
Their anarchy
\nrammed into a formula
And from their giant randomness of Force,
\n
Following the habit of their million paths,
Distinguishing
\neach faintest line and stroke
Of a concealed unalterable design,
\n
Out of the chaos of the Invisible\u2019s moods
Derived the
\ncalculus of Destiny. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nbeings read into the apparently anarchic movements of the million
\nforces\u2014each following its course to the extreme\u2014some hidden,
\nfixed design and draw up a method of their own to read the chart of
\nDestiny that governs the whole Movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind’s
\nKnowledge Overtops<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nits bright pride of universal lore
Mind\u2019s knowledge overtopped
\nthe Omniscient\u2019s power:
The Eternal\u2019s winging eagle
\npuissances
Surprised in their untracked empyrean
Stooped from
\ntheir gyres to obey the beck of Thought: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTheir
\nwide and proud mental knowledge seems to go beyond the workings of
\nthe great cosmic powers, the Eternal seizes them from above and
\ncompels them to follow the dictates of its Thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Each
\nGod Assigned his Moves<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach
\nmysteried God forced to revealing form,
Assigned his settled
\nmoves in Nature\u2019s game,
Zigzagged at the gesture of a
\nchess-player Will
Across the chequer-board of cosmic Fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ntheir scheme it looks as if there is no more mystery left; each
\nveiled power is forced out of the veil, allotted its role in the play
\nof Nature and reduced to a mere automaton moving at the direction of
\na cosmic Will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Aspect
\nof Miracle Lost<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe wide sequence of Necessity\u2019s steps
Predicted, every act and
\nthought of God,
Its values weighed by the accountant Mind,
\n
Checked in his mathematised omnipotence,
Lost its divine
\naspect of miracle
And was a figure in a cosmic sum. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis no more any miracle of God as such. The Mind presumes to seize,
\ncheck and exactly place every movement of God in the inevitable steps
\nof Necessity, a precise number in the cosmic sum being worked out by
\nitself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chain
\nof Cause and Aim<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmighty Mother\u2019s whims and lightning moods
Arisen from her
\nall-wise unruled delight
In the freedom of her sweet and
\npassionate breast,
Robbed of their wonder were chained to a cause
\nand aim; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nspontaneous and irresistible movements of the creative Puissance
\narising from her pervadingly conscious ebullitions of self-delight,
\nare shorn of their natural Wonder and reduced, in this scheme, to
\nmere operations of cause and end.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Idol
\nof Bronze<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nidol of bronze replaced her mystic shape
That captures the
\nmovements of the cosmic vasts,
In the sketch precise of an ideal
\nface
Forgotten was her eyelashes\u2019 dream-print
Carrying on
\ntheir curve infinity\u2019s dreams,
Lost the alluring marvel of her
\neyes; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nfree and fluid shape of the rapturous face of the mighty Mother
\nreflecting the infinitude of her movements\u2014actual and potential\u2014is
\nlost to sight in the fixed and rigid form substituted in this mental
\ntranscription.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Bound
\nto a Theorem<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsurging wave-throbs of her vast sea-heart
They bound to a theorem
\nof ordered beats:
Her deep designs which from herself she had
\nveiled
Bowed self-revealed in their confessional. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSo
\ntoo the large and impetuous movements of the mighty Mother’s heart
\nare reduced to a precise operation, orderly, predictable. It even
\nlooks as if all her secret plans are brought out into the open.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All
\nSeemed Known<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthe birth and death of the worlds they fixed a date,
The diameter
\nof Infinity was drawn,
Measured the distant arc of the unseen
\nheights
And visualised the plumbless viewless depths
Till all
\nseemed known that in all time could be. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\npresume to calculate and fix the life-span of the worlds, measure
\neven the Immeasurable, draw the boundaries of heights that are beyond
\nthe ken of the eye, plumb the profoundest depths, until it seems they
\nare capable of knowing all that will come into existence in all
\nfuture.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wisdom
\nCircled with Nought<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwas coerced by number, name and form;
Nothing was left untold,
\nincalculable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\nwas their wisdom circled with a nought:
Truths they could find
\nand hold but not the one Truth:
The Highest was to them
\nunknowable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nseek to capture everything in the conceptual net of number, name and
\nform and leave nothing at all unexplained.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWith
\nall this exercise, however, their knowledge ultimately comes to
\nnought. They may have found many varying forms and formulations of
\nTruth, but not the one Truth that is unique. The Highest Reality is
\nbeyond their grasp; their Thought cannot know it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nMiss the Whole<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy
\nknowing too much they missed the Whole to be known:
The
\nfathomless heart of the world was left unguessed
And the
\nTranscendent kept its secrecy. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ntheir mathematical preoccupation with innumerable details, they miss
\nthe total perspective. The profounds of the heart of Creation are
\nleft unplumbed, and the Reality that exceeds this manifest Creation
\ncontinues to be unknown.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sovereign
\nKings of Thought<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\na sublimer and more daring soar
To the wide summit of the triple
\nstairs
Bare steps climbed up like glowing rocks of gold
Burning
\ntheir way to a pure absolute sky. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAugust
\nand few the sovereign Kings of Thought
Have made of Space their
\nwide all-seeing gaze
Surveying the enormous work of Time:
A
\nbreadth of all-containing consciousness
Supported Being in a
\nstill embrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStill
\nhigher is the third realm, wider and sublimer. Here are the imperious
\nlords of Thought, few in number. Their gaze is all-comprehending; it
\ntakes in the manifestation that is going on in Time in all its
\nimmensity. Here is an expansive all-inclusive Consciousness upbearing
\nthe Being in a moveless clasp.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Partners
\nin Control<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIntercessors
\nwith a luminous Unseen,
They capt in the long passage to the
\nworld
The imperatives of the creator Self
Obeyed by unknowing
\nearth, by conscious heaven;
Their thoughts are partners in its
\nvast control. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nKings of Thought are the intermediaries, the agents that link the
\nmanifest Creation with the unseen creative Reality. They get hold of
\nthe directions of the creator Self and transmit its imperatives that
\nare obeyed by the earth unknowingly and by heaven knowingly. The
\nmighty thoughts of these unique agents thus share in the vast
\ngovernment of the cosmos.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind
\na Channel<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ngreat all-ruling consciousness is there
And Mind unwitting serves
\na higher Power;
It is a channel, not the source of all. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nreigns an active and all-governing Consciousness. The Mind is only an
\nagent of this Power, which it serves without being aware of it. It is
\nnot the origin, but only an instrumental passage for a higher Power
\nin the hierarchy of creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cosmos
\nno Accident<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ncosmos is no accident in Time;
There is a meaning in each play of
\nChance,
There is a freedom in each face of Fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis always a Higher Power, a supreme Wisdom governing the Universe.
\nThis Cosmos is no sudden unforeseen product of some accident. It is a
\nmeaningful creation. Each appearance to the contrary only conceals
\nthis truth. What appears to be mere chance is really a willed
\nmovement with a purpose. What strikes as an inescapable determinism
\nof fate holds behind its surface veil an inherent freedom of choice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nWisdom Guides<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nWisdom knows and guides the mysteried world;
A Truth-gaze shapes
\nits beings and events; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworld appears to be full of mystery. But within its movement and
\npresiding over it there is a Consciousness that knows and governs it.
\nPrajnanetro lokah, Wisdom is the eye of the world, says the ancient
\nscripture. All forms, all movements are cast into shape by the
\ndynamic gaze of this creative Truth at the origin.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Seed
\nSown<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nWord self-born upon creation\u2019s heights,
Voice of the Eternal in
\nthe temporal spheres,
Prophet of the seeings of the Absolute,
\n
Sows the Idea\u2019s significance in Form
And from that seed the
\ngrowths of Time arise. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\ninto
\naction. It holds in itself the Vision of the creation to be and
\nreleases its potency to take shape; thus the seed of creation is
\nsown.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Secret
\nPower Awakes<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\npeaks beyond our ken the All-Wisdom sits:
A single and infallible
\nlook comes down,
A silent touch from the supernal\u2019s air
Awakes
\nto ignorant knowledge in its acts
The secret power in the
\ninconscient depths,
Compelling the blinded Godhead to emerge, <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nruling All-Wisdom is above, beyond the human range. A single look of
\nits truth-vision, a touch of its Ray awakens the concealed power of
\nconsciousness in the depths of the Inconscient, stirs it into first
\nmovements of preparatory, imperfect, ignorant knowledge. The dormant
\nGodhead is thus compelled to awake and emerge out of the Veil of
\nnescience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Determines
\nNecessity’s Dance<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDetermining
\nNecessity\u2019s rude dance
As she passes through the circuit of the
\nhours
And vanishes from the chase of finite eyes
Down
\ncircling vistas of aeonic Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nimpulsion is also at the back of what is called Necessity, inexorable
\nmovements of Nature in the flow of Time, movements that are
\nindefinable by the human mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cosmic
\nWhirl and Fate<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nunseizable forces of the cosmic whirl
Bear in their bacchant
\nlimbs the fixity
Of an original foresight that is Fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>|<\/U><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/A><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nentire cosmic movement may appear to be a whirl of unregulated
\nforces. But behind that riotous appearance there is a governing frame
\ndetermined by the seeing Will at the source. Fate, which is another
\nname for the determining Will, works itself out through the play of
\npossibilities.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ignorance
\nTruth’s Instrument<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nNature\u2019s ignorance is Truth\u2019s instrument;
Our struggling ego
\ncannot change her course:
Yet is it a conscious power that moves
\nin us
And destiny the unrecognised child of Will. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nthe ignorance that characterises the operations of Nature on earth is
\nused by the governing Truth as her instrument; movements of ignorance
\nare utilised by Truth for her fulfilment. The restless self-willed
\nego of man cannot divert the course of the Truth in evolution. What
\nmoves man is not an unconscious, mechanical Force but a conscious
\nPower of the Spirit and the destiny to which he appears to be
\nhelplessly subject is in fact nothing else than the result of the
\ngoverning Truth-Will above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Godhead
\nClimbs<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInfallibly
\nby Truth\u2019s directing gaze
All creatures here their secret self
\ndisclose,
Forced to become what in themselves they hide. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nHe who is grows manifest in the years
And the slow Godhead shut
\nwithin the cell
Climbs from the plasm to immortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\npowerful gaze of the directing Truth compels all creatures involved
\nin evolution to progressively reveal the truth of their being, to
\nbecome what they hold in potency. The divinity that is embedded in
\nforms manifests itself over the years; even in the tiniest cell there
\nlies concealed the Godhead that slowly evolves and builds up step by
\nstep from a speck of life in the cell to full immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hidden
\nis the Spirit’s Truth<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nhidden, but denied to mortal grasp,
Mystic, ineffable is the
\nSpirit\u2019s truth,
Unspoken, caught only by the spirit\u2019s eye. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen
\nnaked of ego and mind it hears the Voice;
It looks through light
\nto ever greater light
And sees Eternity ensphering Life. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nall this effective action, however, the Truth is not patent to the
\nouter sense, it is beyond the grasp of the human mind. It cannot be
\nexpressed by human speech, but it is perceivable by the inner eye.
\nThe being can hear the Voice of the Truth only when it is not covered
\nby the thick crust of ego and the veil of the interfering mind; only
\nthen can it see the light of truth and through that light see yet
\ngreater light and behold Eternity encircling Life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Greater
\nTruth<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\ngreater Truth is foreign to our thoughts;
Where a free Wisdom
\nworks, they seek for a rule;
Or we only see a tripping game of
\nChance
Or a labour in chains forced by bound Nature\u2019s law,
An
\nabsolutism of dumb unthinking Power. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nvaster Truth is alien to the normal nature of human thoughts. The
\nmind looks for a settled and fixed rule in the workings of free
\nWisdom; it cannot conceive that those workings are possible on a
\nbasis other than that of fixed regulations. Or everything appears to
\nit as a free rhythmic game of Chance, or all is looked upon as a
\nbounded determination, an automatically regulated movement of an
\nunthinking, mute Power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dare
\nto Grasp Truth’s Absolute<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAudacious
\nin their sense of God-born strength
These dared to grasp with
\ntheir thought Truth\u2019s absolute;
By an abstract purity of
\ngodless sight,
By a percept nude, intolerant of forms,
They
\nbrought to Mind what Mind could never reach
And hope to conquer
\nTruth\u2019s supernal base. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nKings of Thought in this realm, inspired by the God-Consciousness
\nclose to them, strive boldly to capture Truth in its absoluteness in
\nthe net of their thought\u2014thought reduced to its utmost abstract,
\nfree from form, purified of every other element\u2014and do succeed in
\nbringing within the range of the mind what the normal mental
\nfaculties by themselves could never attain, much less hope to
\nconquer.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Conceptual
\nPhrase Translates<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nstripped imperative of conceptual phrase
Architectonic and
\ninevitable
Translated the Unthinkable into thought:
A
\nsilver-winged fire of naked subtle sense,
An ear of mind
\nwithdrawn from the outward\u2019s rhymes
Discovered the seed-sounds
\nof the eternal Word,
The rhythm and music heard that built the
\nworlds,
And seized in things the bodiless Will to be. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nAbsolute Reality is indeed unthinkable. But these Kings of Thought
\nrender it in terms of thought by capturing something of it in their
\nfinely designed conceptual net; their subtle far-ranging sense, their
\nmental listening withdrawn from external objects hears the sounds of
\nthe eternal Word, catches the creative rhythms of the Spirit that
\nhave produced the worlds and seizes in things the unseen Will-to-be
\nthat keeps them in existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nMeasure the Illimitable<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nIllimitable they measured with number\u2019s rods
And traced the
\nlast formula of limited things,
In transparent systems bodied
\ntermless truths,
The Timeless made accountable to Time
And
\nvalued the incommensurable Supreme. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\ntry to measure in terms of numbers the Reality that is Infinite, to
\nfind the ultimate formula of things that are finite, to bind
\nboundless truths in fine systems of their own, to subserve the
\nEternal to the conditions of Time and to determine the value of the
\nSupreme that is truly invaluable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Vacuum
\nto Hold the One<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\npark and hedge the ungrasped infinitudes
They erected absolute
\nwalls of thought and speech
And made a vacuum to hold the One. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nseek to confine the infinitudes that are not yet grasped by the mind
\nwithin the limiting walls of thought and speech and erect a
\nconceptual abstraction to contain the Unique Reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Towards
\nEmpty Peak<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ntheir sight they drove towards an empty peak,
A mighty space of
\ncold and sunlit air. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTheir
\nsight travels towards a summit which seems to be empty, an expanse
\nthat is bright but chill\u2014bereft as it appears of the warmth of
\nlife.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cipher
\nof a Multitude<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nunify their task, excluding life
Which cannot bear the nakedness
\nof the Vast,
They made a cipher of a multitude,
In negation
\nfound the meaning of the All
And in nothingness the absolute
\npositive. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\norder to achieve unity they eliminate pulsating life which cannot be
\nsquared with their abstract infinity and thus reduce the multiplicity
\nof creation to an absolute single zero. They seek to trace the
\nsignificance of the All in a total negation and of the absolute
\npositive in a Nothing. The Affirmation of the Spirit in All is
\ncancelled by them into a negating Void.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nSingle Law Simplessed<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsingle law simplessed the cosmic theme,
Compressing Nature into a
\nformula;
Their titan labour made all knowledge one,
A mental
\nalgebra of the Spirit\u2019s ways,
An abstract of the living
\nDivinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\ntry to reduce the vast cosmic perspective and pattern to one single
\nlaw and compress the manifold workings of Nature into a formula of
\ntheir own. They strive to unify all Knowledge into one formulation,
\nto render the infinite ways of the Spirit into a mental symbology, to
\nconvert the dynamic processes of the manifesting Divinity into a
\nmental abstraction.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind’s
\nWisdom Stops<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nthe mind\u2019s wisdom stopped; it felt complete;
For nothing more
\nwas left to think or know;
In a spiritual zero it sat throned
\n
And took its vast silence for the Ineffable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith
\nthis the mind feels it has completed its task and there is nothing
\nmore to be thought out or known. This is the sum of its wisdom. It
\nhas reduced all to an abstract vacancy in which it stations itself as
\nin its highest seat, and takes its own silent existence on these
\nheights as the ineffable Reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Play
\nof Gods of Thought<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwas the play of the bright gods of Thought. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttracting
\ninto time the timeless Light,
Imprisoning eternity in the hours,
\n
This they have planned, to snare the feet of Truth
In an
\naureate net of concept and of phrase
And keep her captive for the
\nthinker\u2019s joy
In his little world built of immortal dreams: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSuch
\nis the play of the bright Thought-Gods. They seek to draw the Light
\nthat is timeless into the bounds of time, capture the eternal into
\ntime-duration and thus catch hold of the feet of Truth in the
\nbrilliant net of concept and speech for the delectation of the
\nthinking mind in its own world of endless dreams.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Empress
\nPrisoner<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nmust she dwell mured in the human mind,
An empress prisoner in
\nher subject\u2019s house,
Adored and pure and still on his heart\u2019s
\nthrone,
His splendid property cherished and apart
In the wall
\nof silence of his secret muse,
Immaculate in white virginity,
\n
The same for ever and for ever one,
His worshipped changeless
\nGoddess through all time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\ndo the Thought Gods seek to hold captive in the mind the Truth which
\nis in fact the creator of mind. This Truth is given pride of place
\nand cherished as a priceless possession, unique, unchanging through
\nall time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Faithful
\nConsort of Mind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nelse, a faithful consort of his mind
Assenting to his nature and
\nhis will,
She sanctions and inspires his words and acts
\n
Prolonging their resonance through the listening ears,
Companion
\nand recorder of his march
Crossing a brilliant tract of thought
\nand life
Carved out of the eternity of Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr,
\nthe Truth is made a close companion of the mind, following the nature
\nand will of man the thinker, moving his speech and action, conserving
\ntheir vibrations, gliding along and recording his journey across the
\nshining tract of thought and life apportioned from the eternity of
\nTime.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Servitor
\nto Crowned Idea<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwitness of his high triumphant star,
Her godhead servitor to a
\ncrowned Idea,
He shall dominate by her a prostrate world;
A
\nwarrant for his deeds and his beliefs,
She attests his right
\ndivine to lead and rule. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nwould want her the Truth so held\u2014to be a witness to his own glory,
\na servant to the Idea chosen and enthroned by him, an accomplice in
\nhis attempt to dominate the world, a justifying authority for his
\nbeliefs and actions, a witness supporting his supposed divine right
\nto rule.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Icon
\nof Heart’s Idolatry<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nas her lover clasps his one beloved,
Godhead of his life\u2019s
\nworship and desire,
Icon of his heart\u2019s sole idolatry,
She
\nnow is his and must live for him alone:
She has invaded him with
\nher sudden bliss,
An exhaustless marvel in his happy grasp,
An
\nallurement, a caught ravishing miracle. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr,
\nhe makes of this Truth a sole sufficing Godhead around which he
\norganises his whole life. He wants her to be completely identified
\nwith him, fit in entirely within his mould. He is full of the bliss
\nof this Truth that has yielded to him and he lives in her ecstasy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inescapable
\nAppeal<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nnow he claims after long rapt pursuit,
The one joy of his body
\nand his soul:
Inescapable is her divine appeal,
Her immense
\npossession an undying thrill,
An intoxication and an ecstasy: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nTruth which he has found after an arduous pursuit, becomes the sole
\njoy of his being; he is lost in her divine appeal, her vastness gives
\nhim endless thrill, an intoxicating delight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ever
\nNew<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\npassion of her self-revealing moods,
A heavenly glory and
\nvariety,
Makes ever new her body to his eyes,
Or else repeats
\nthe first enchantment\u2019s touch,
The luminous rapture of her
\nmystic breasts
And beautiful vibrant limbs a living field
Of
\nthrobbing new discovery without end. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nnever gets tired of this Truth: she reveals herself in many poises
\nand he finds her ever fresh. Or she repeats her first revelation of
\nherself again and again throwing him into raptures of newer and newer
\ninsights.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
New
\nBeginning Flowers<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nnew beginning flowers in word and laugh,
A new charm brings back
\nthe old extreme delight:
He is lost in her, she is his heaven
\nhere. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith
\nthe advent of this Truth in the higher horizons of the mind, there is
\na change in the life of man, his disposition, his expression. Life
\nthrills to a new note of charm. He is completely lost in the Truth he
\nhas found, she becomes his enthralling heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth
\nSmiles<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTruth
\nsmiled upon the gracious golden game. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut
\nof her hushed eternal spaces leaned
The great and boundless
\nGoddess feigned to yield
The sunlit sweetness of her secrecies. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nresponse to this stir and call, the mighty Truth-Power does indeed
\nturn her gracious smile and leans down from her peaks of silence as
\nif to yield the Light and bliss of her ungrasped secrecies.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She
\nMakes Earth her Home<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIncarnating
\nher beauty in his clasp
She gave for a brief kiss her immortal
\nlips
And drew to her bosom one glorified mortal head:
She
\nmade earth her home, for whom heaven was too small. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nImmortal Goddess descends and allows herself to come under the grasp
\nof the blessed mortal. She, for whose infinite spread even the
\nheavens are too small, consents to abide in the earthly tenement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
In
\nHuman Breast her Presence<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\na human breast her occult presence lived;
He carved from his own
\nself his figure of her:
She shaped her body to a mind\u2019s
\nembrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\ndoes her unseen presence live in the human breast. Man gives to her a
\nform according to his own self it is not her own intrinsic form. She
\ntakes the form suited to the mind that encloses her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Into
\nThought’s Narrow Limits<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto
\nthought\u2019s narrow limits she has come;
Her greatness she has
\nsuffered to be pressed
Into the little cabin of the Idea,
The
\nclosed room of a lonely thinker\u2019s grasp:
She has lowered her
\nheights to the stature of our souls
And dazzled our lids with her
\ncelestial gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nvast Truth accommodates herself to the narrow confines of mental
\nthought; she allows herself to be composed into the limited mould of
\nthe Idea which is the highest imprisoning chamber of man the solitary
\nthinker. She lowers her stature to the reach of the humans whose eyes
\nare dazzled by her heavenly look.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Each
\nis Satisfied<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\neach is satisfied with his high gain
And thinks himself beyond
\nmortality blest,
A king of truth upon his separate throne. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nher possessor in the field of Time
A single splendour caught from
\nher glory seems
The one true light, her beauty\u2019s glowing whole.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\neach one who thus has the Truth-Idea in him thinks himself to be in
\nsole possession of Truth and is self-content. He does not know that
\nwhat he has got is only a ray of the shining Truth and not the entire
\nTruth-Light as he imagines.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eternal
\nTruth Unseized<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nthought nor word can seize eternal Truth:
The whole world lives
\nin a lonely ray of her sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNeither
\nhuman thought nor speech can ever hope to seize the Truth eternal;
\nthey always fall back from it. What is received is only one ray of
\nthe Truth-Sun and that is potent enough to sustain this entire world
\nhere.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Play
\nwith Brilliant Bonds<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nour thinking\u2019s close and narrow lamp-lit house
The vanity of
\nour shut mortal mind
Dreams that the chains of thought have made
\nher ours;
But only we play with our own brilliant bonds;
Tying
\nher down, it is ourselves we tie. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nhuman mind shut in its narrow, dim-lit chamber, imagines that the
\nTruth has been captured and held by the chains of its thought; but in
\nfact it is the mind that binds itself down in the bright cords of its
\nown making, the Truth escapes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Small
\nFigure Held<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nour hypnosis by one luminous point
We see not what small figure
\nof her we hold;
We feel not her inspiring boundlessness,
We
\nshare not her immortal liberty. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nthat
\nit has come to possess only a tiny representation of the Truth.
\nTruth’s inspiring infinity is missed, so also her immortal freedom.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The
\nHuman limits the Divine<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nis it even with the seer and sage;
For still the human limits the
\ndivine:
Out of our thoughts we must leap up to sight,
Breathe
\nher divine illimitable air,
Her simple vast supremacy confess,
\n
Dare to surrender to her absolute. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis so even with those who have reached the purer and more serene
\nheights of thought; the human elements of imperfection and ignorance
\ncast their shadow and blur the light divine shining on the skies of
\nthe mind. Man must pass beyond the boundaries of thought and open to
\na direct revelation of the Truth. He must breathe the natural
\ninfinite air of the Truth; his limited being must yield to the vaster
\nTruth and surrender to her in absoluteness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Unmanifest
\nReflects his Form<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nthe Unmanifest reflects his form
In the still mind as in a living
\nglass;
The timeless Ray descends into our hearts
And we are
\nrapt into eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen
\nthe mind thus transcends its thought-barriers and lies still in
\nreceptive silence, the Truth that is unmanifest reflects itself in
\nthat mind. The eternal Ray of the Divine Truth descends into the
\nheart of the mortal and he is overcome by the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth
\nGreater than her Forms<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nTruth is wider, greater than her forms. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nthousand icons they have made of her
And find her in the idols
\nthey adore;
But she remains herself and infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nhuman mind takes figures of Truth to be the Truth itself which in
\nfact is vaster and greater than all her forms. Men have erected
\ninnumerable forms and images of the Truth, they worship and find her
\nin the figures of their choice; but Truth herself refuses to be so
\nconfined and remains infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n



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