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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>
\n<\/br><\/br><\/div>\n
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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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\n
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\n

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 Two: Canto
\nXIV<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nWorld-Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
A bright opening appears far in the Mind-Space leading into some
\ndepths of God. It beckons him with a quivering ecstasy of Light and
\nAswapathy enters a tunnel-like passage. He is led by a mysterious
\nsound which is a composite of many sounds, of flute-call,
\ncricket-note, anklet-bells, caravan-tinkle, temple-gong, bee-croon,
\nsea-wave.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe arrives into
\nbodiless realms, the heart of Space, the heart of Time\u2014the home of
\nthe Soul of the world. Here is the sole Being, the Person who
\ntransmutes Nature’s movements into divine term, who leads the Cosmos
\nto its divine fulfilment through all its vicissitudes. Here is the
\nsource of all finite life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll here is made of
\nsoul-stuff. Knowledge proceeds not by thought but by identity. The
\nwalls of speech are not here. Neither separative life nor the
\nconcrete form of the body is here. The soul is its own form and meets
\nother souls directly. Aswapathy begins to know things by their soul
\nand not their shape; he communes without speech.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere is a strange
\nspiritual scenery with patterns of soul-beauty and joy, celestial
\nfragrance and hue. It is a home of Beauty. Here the world and self
\nare one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere too rest all
\nbeings after death on earth and before they take the next embodiment.
\nThey assimilate their life-experiences and prepare for their future
\nlives.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is the centre
\nof creation from where things are cast.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBeyond are regions
\nof delight and peace. Aswapathy becomes aware of eternity and passes
\non to an end which is also a beginning.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe arrives at the
\nsource of all things and there he beholds the figure of the immortal
\nTwo-in-One whose rapturous trance sustains the mobile world. Behind
\nthis Dual Presence he regards the Divine Mother with a veil. She is
\nthe Ruler of all, pervading all with Power, effecting all with her
\nWill.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy is filled
\nby her force. He outstretches to her his folded hands of prayer. She
\nresponds with a sovereign gesture, half-parting her veil. He is
\nspellbound by the mystery of her luminous eyes and sees the mystic
\noutline of her face. He is overwhelmed by her light and bliss. With a
\ncry of adoration, he falls at her feet, unconscious, prone.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>A
\nRecluse-Gate<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA covert answer to
\nhis seeking came. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn a far-shimmering
\nbackground of Mind-Space
A glowing mouth was seen, a luminous
\nshaft;
A recluse-gate it seemed, musing on joy,
A veiled
\nretreat and escape to mystery. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA veiled answer to
\nAswapathy’s seeking comes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFar away in the
\ntracts of Mind-Space appears a bright opening. it looks like a gate
\nto retreat, lost in joy, a door of escape into some mystery.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Away
\nfrom World<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAway from the
\nunsatisfied surface world
It fled into the bosom of the unknown,
\n
A well, a tunnel of the depths of God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt plunged as if a
\nmystic groove of hope
Through many layers of formless voiceless
\nself
To reach the last profound of the world\u2019s heart,
And
\nfrom that heart there surged a wordless call
Pleading with some
\nstill impenetrable Mind,
Voicing some passionate unseen desire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis path leads away
\nfrom the unsatisfied surfaces into the deeps of the unknown, a
\nveritable tunnel into the depths of God. Like an inexplicable groove
\nof hope, it plunges through layer after layer of the formless mute
\nself to arrive at the utmost depth of the heart of the world. And
\nfrom this heart surges forth a call to some still resisting mind, a
\ncall expressing some intense, unseen, want.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Message
\nfrom World’s Deep Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if a beckoning
\nfinger of secrecy
Outstretched into a crystal mood of air,
\n
Pointing at him from some near hidden depth,
As if a message
\nfrom the world\u2019s deep soul,
An intimation of a lurking joy
\n
That flowed out from a cup of brooding bliss,
There shimmered
\nstealing out into the Mind
A mute and quivering ecstasy of light,
\n
A passion and delicacy of roseate fire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt looks as if a
\nmessage from the deep soul of the world is directed to Aswapathy,
\nintimating the existence of a joy still untasted, flowing bright from
\na cup of concentrated Bliss. Into the vasts of the Mind comes
\nquivering an ecstasy of light, an intensity of soul-flame.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Mysterious
\nSound Leads<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs one drawn to his
\nlost spiritual home
Feels now the closeness of a waiting love,
\n
Into a passage dim and tremulous
That clasped him in from day
\nand night\u2019s pursuit,
He travelled led by a mysterious sound.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA murmur,
\nmultitudinous and lone,
All sounds it was in turn, yet still the
\nsame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy is drawn
\ninto the clasp of a passage beyond the reach of mortal time and is
\nled by a mysterious sound, a single, yet many-toned murmur. It seems
\nto sound in turn all the varied sounds of the world, but all the
\nwhile is the same.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Hidden
\nCall<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA hidden call to
\nunforeseen delight
In the summoning voice of one long-known and
\nloved,
But nameless to the unremembering mind,
It led to
\nrapture back the truant heart. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt is a veiled call
\nto joy and unexpected delight. The voice that calls has a familiar
\nring though the mind has forgotten its author. It leads back to
\nrapture the heart that has strayed and lost it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nFlute Call<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe immortal cry
\nravished the captive ear,
Then, lowering its imperious mystery,
\n
It sank to a whisper circling round the soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt seemed the
\nyearning of a lonely flute
That roamed along the shores of memory
\n
And filled the eyes with tears of longing joy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy’s ear is
\nheld captive by this deathless cry to Bliss. The sound of the Call
\ntakes many forms. Now it is just a whisper heard only by the soul.
\nNow it is the solitary notes of a flute recalling past memories and
\nfilling the eyes with tears of joy brought by the revived yearning.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Cricket-Note<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA cricket\u2019s rash
\nand fiery single note,
It marked with shrill melody night\u2019s
\nmoonless hush
And beat upon a nerve of mystic sleep
Its high
\ninsistent magical reveille. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNow it is the
\npiercing note of the cricket breaking upon the silent hush, striking
\nrepeatedly on the indrawn being, its call to awake.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Anklet
\nBells<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA jingling silver
\nlaugh of anklet bells
Travelled the roads of a solitary heart;
\n
Its dance solaced an eternal loneliness:
An old forgotten
\nsweetness sobbing came. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNow it is the sound
\nof anklet bells whose jingle steals into the solitary heart and whose
\ngay movements lighten its loneliness. A sweetness that was long
\nforgotten is remembered.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Other
\nSounds<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr from a far
\nharmonious distance heard
The tinkling pace of a long caravan
It
\nseemed at times, or a vast forest\u2019s hymn,
The solemn reminder
\nof a temple gong,
A bee-croon honey-drunk in summer isles
Ardent
\nwith ecstasy in a slumberous noon,
Or the far anthem of a pilgrim
\nsea. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNow it is like the
\ndistant tinkling sounds of a long caravan slowly winding its way; now
\nlike a whole forest chanting a hymn; now like a temple gong reminding
\nman of the passing of time and the call of the Eternal; now like the
\nhum of the bee honey-intoxicated; now it is the anthem-swell of a
\ndistant sea.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Mystic
\nHappiness<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn incense floated
\nin the quivering air,
A mystic happiness trembled in the breast
\n
As if the invisible Beloved had come
Assuming the sudden
\nloveliness of a face
And close glad hands could seize his
\nfugitive feet
And the world change with the beauty of a smile.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nif the unseen
\nBeloved had suddenly appeared in a lovely form, His elusive presence
\nwithin reach, transforming the world with the beauty of His smile.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Wonderful
\nRealm<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto a wonderful
\nbodiless realm he came,
The home of a passion without name or
\nvoice,
A depth he felt answering to every height,
A nook was
\nfound that could embrace all worlds,
A point that was the
\nconscious knot of space,
An hour eternal in the heart of Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy comes into
\na marvellous realm without form. He feels here an intensity,
\nunspecified, unformulated, a profundity corresponding to every peak
\nof being. He finds a tiny corner that could contain the whole
\nuniverse in its embrace, a point that is the conscious heart of space
\nand an eternal moment that is the soul of time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Silent
\nSoul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe silent soul of
\nall the world was there:
A Being lived, a Presence and a Power,
\n
A single Person who was himself and all
And cherished
\nNature\u2019s sweet and dangerous throbs
Transfigured into beats
\ndivine and pure. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere is the silent
\nSoul of the whole world. It is at once a Being, a Presence, a Power,
\nthe One Person who becomes All without ever ceasing to be himself. He
\nis not turned away from any of Nature’s varied movements, be they
\nsweet or dangerous, but changes them all into movements that are pure
\nand divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Power
\nto Reveal Divinity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne who could love
\nwithout return for love,
Meeting and turning to the best the
\nworst,
It healed the bitter cruelties of earth
Transforming
\nall experience to delight;
Intervening in the sorrowful paths of
\nbirth
It rocked the cradle of the cosmic Child
And stilled
\nall weeping with its hand of joy;
It led things evil towards
\ntheir secret good,
It turned racked falsehood into happy truth;
\n
Its power was to reveal divinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis Soul loves
\nspontaneously, without caring for a return of love; it meets Nature
\nin all her activities and turns all of them into its own diviner
\nterms; the worst is changed into the best. In this process of turning
\nall experience into delight, the hard cruelties of earth are healed.
\nIt nourishes the growth of the Divine manifestation in the Cosmos,
\nwipes away tears with the joy it brings. It leads evil things to the
\ngood that is hidden in them and tries to effectuate itself even
\nthrough their perverted expressions. Its alchemic touch changes
\nsuffering falsehood into its opposite\u2014happy truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe power and
\nfunction of this Soul is to manifest the divinity in everything.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Bears
\nSeed and Flame<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInfinite, coeval
\nwith the mind of God,
It bore within itself a seed, a flame,
A
\nseed from which the Eternal is new-born,
A flame that cancels
\ndeath in mortal things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis Soul is
\ninfinite, simultaneously existent with the Divine Mind that projects
\nthe Creation. It bears in itself the seed of manifestation from which
\nthe Eternal is born anew in the conditions of that manifestation. It
\nbears in itself the flame of immortality which negates the factor of
\ndeath in the mortal world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nGrows Kindred<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll grew to all
\nkindred and self and near,
The intimacy of God was everywhere,
\n
No veil was felt, no brute barrier inert,
Distance could not
\ndivide, Time could not change. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll feel close to
\nall; there is here a feeling of divine intimacy everywhere. Unlike
\nconditions in the human physical world, there is here no separative
\nveil in consciousness between one and another, no hard immovable
\nphysical barriers. Distance does not divide one from the other, nor
\ndoes Time effect a change in their intimacy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Single
\nBliss<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA fire of passion
\nburned in spirit-depths,
A constant touch of sweetness linked all
\nhearts,
The throb of one adoration\u2019s single bliss
In a rapt
\nether of undying love. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAn intensity is
\naflame in the depths of the Spirit here. An unceasing current of
\nsweetness flows linking all beings together in the bliss of adoration
\nof the Divine. All breathe the air of immortal love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Inner
\nHappiness<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn inner happiness
\nabode in all,
A sense of universal harmonies,
A measureless
\nsecure eternity
Of truth and beauty and good and joy made one.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere all are aglow
\nwith an inner happiness. There is a concrete feeling of the harmony
\nunderlying and supporting all form and movement in the universe.
\nTruth, beauty, goodness and joy are not divided from each other or
\nprecariously associated, as in the ignorant world of men; they are
\nmade one for all time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Welling
\nCore of Finite Life<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was the
\nwelling core of finite life;
A formless spirit became the soul of
\nform. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere is the origin
\nof finite creation in the bosom of the Infinite. Here the formless
\nSpirit casts itself into the soul of each form and supports it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nis Soul-Stuff<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll there was soul
\nor made of sheer soul-stuff:
A sky of soul covered a deep
\nsoul-ground. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll here was known
\nby a spiritual sense:
Thought was not there but a knowledge near
\nand one
Seized on all things by a moved identity, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe whole region is
\na vast soul; the very substance is of the soul-stuff. Both the ground
\nand the sky are pure soul in form. Here knowledge is not attained
\nthrough physical sensation or mental thought process. A spiritual
\nperception directly cognises things by a close, effortless
\nidentification with them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Identity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA sympathy of self
\nwith other selves,
The touch of consciousness on consciousness
\n
And being\u2019s look on being with inmost gaze
And heart laid
\nbare to heart without walls of speech
And the unanimity of seeing
\nminds
In myriad forms luminous with the one God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis identity is
\neffected through sympathy of one self with other selves, the direct
\ntouch of one consciousness on another consciousness, the deep gaze of
\none being on another, the free interchange between heart and heart,
\nthe oneness of vision governing all embodied minds, the myriad forms
\nluminous with one Divinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spiritual
\nPower<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife was not there,
\nbut an impassioned force,
Finer than fineness, deeper than the
\ndeeps
Felt as a subtle and spiritual power,
A quivering out
\nfrom soul to answering soul,
A mystic movement, a close
\ninfluence,
A free and happy and intense approach
Of being to
\nbeing with no screen or check,
Without which life and love could
\nnever have been. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nInstead of the
\nturbulent flow of life there is here a deep, intense and subtle
\nForce. It is experienced as a covert spiritual Power vibrating
\nbetween souls, creating a free and joyous intimacy unhampered by
\nrestraining barriers. Indeed, without this vibrating power of the
\nspirit neither life nor love would be at all possible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Body
\nnot Needed<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBody was not there,
\nfor bodies were needed not,
The soul itself was its own deathless
\nform
And met at once the touch of other souls
Close,
\nblissful, concrete, wonderfully true. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn this domain, the
\nsoul does not need to cast itself into a body in order to enter into
\ncommunication and relation with other souls. It is its own immortal
\nform vivid and concrete and its direct interchange with others is
\nclose, blissful and uniquely real.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Things
\nKnown by their Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere where reality
\nwas its own dream,
He knew things by their soul and not their
\nshape: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nJust as one
\nconscious in dreams is aware that what pass are only figures and also
\nknows the truth that is behind the figures, so here in this
\nself-projection of the Reality, Aswapathy perceives and knows things,
\nnot by their external form but by their evident soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Communion
\nwithout Speech<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs those who have
\nlived long made one in love
Need word nor sign for heart\u2019s
\nreply to heart,
He met and communed without bar of speech
With
\nbeings unveiled by a material frame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nJust as those who
\nhave become one in spirit through deep love do not need the help of
\nspeech or gesture for their communion, so Aswapathy does not need to
\nuse the medium of speech which is more often a bar than a channel\u2014to
\ncommune with the beings of this world who are not veiled by the
\nvesture of a physical body.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spiritual
\nScenery<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was a strange
\nspiritual scenery,
A loveliness of lakes and streams and hills,
\n
A flow, a fixity in a soul-space,
And plains and valleys,
\nstretches of soul-joy,
And gardens that were flower-tracts of the
\nspirit,
Its meditations of tinged reverie. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere is a wondrous
\nspiritual landscape: flowing waters of soul-movement, motionless
\nhills of soul-station, vast expanses which are concrete projections
\nof soul-joy, colourful gardens of the self-musing spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fragrance<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAir was the breath
\nof a pure infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA fragrance wandered
\nin a coloured haze
As if the scent and hue of all sweet flowers
\n
Had mingled to copy heaven\u2019s atmosphere. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe air here is the
\nbreath of pure Infinite. A fragrance is wafted in a hue that is lazy.
\nIt looks as if all the sweet scents and colours of the flowers have
\ncombined to reproduce the atmosphere of heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Beauty<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAppealing to the
\nsoul and not the eye
Beauty lived there at home in her own house,
\n
There all was beautiful by its own right
And needed not the
\nsplendour of a robe. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere beauty lives by
\nits own right, it does not need a splendid form to reveal itself.
\nThis is the native place of beauty which is seen by the soul directly
\nand eyes are not needed to see it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>World
\nand Self one Reality<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll objects were
\nlike bodies of the Gods,
A spirit symbol environing a soul,
For
\nworld and self were one reality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBeautiful like the
\nbody of a God, each object is a transparent self-form of a soul and
\nsymbolically manifests its inner essence in form. The self and world
\nare not two separate or divided entities but a single reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Chamber
\nof Spiritual Sleep<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmersed in
\nvoiceless internatal trance
The beings that once wore forms on
\nearth sat there
In shining chambers of spiritual sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nPassed were the
\npillar-posts of birth and death,
Passed was their little scene of
\nsymbol deeds,
Passed were the heavens and hells of their long
\nroad;
They had returned into the world\u2019s deep soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is the world
\nwhere souls retire for rest after they shed their embodiments on
\nearth and before they incarnate anew. Passing beyond the states of
\nbirth and death, leaving behind the scenes of their significant
\nactivities, passing through the stages of hell and heaven\u2014of their
\nown making\u2014these beings arrive in the world of psychic sleep where
\nthey return into the arms of the inner Soul of the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Pregnant
\nRest<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll now was gathered
\ninto pregnant rest:
Person and nature suffered a slumber change.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn trance they
\ngathered back their bygone selves,
In a background memory\u2019s
\nforeseeing muse
Prophetic of new personality
Arranged the map
\nof their coming destiny\u2019s course:
Heirs of their past, their
\nfuture\u2019s discoverers,
Electors of their own self-chosen lot,
\n
They waited for the adventure of new life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll that has been
\nexperienced and lived during the sojourn on earth is now gathered up
\nfor assimilation during this period of rest that prepares for the
\nnext embodiment. A gradual change is worked out both at the soul
\nlevel and the nature level. Past experience is drawn upon to provide
\nmaterial for the future course. These beings inherit their past and
\non that basis formulate the lines of their coming life. Shaping their
\nown destiny,\u2014choosing the necessary conditions most conducive to
\ntheir further development on earth,\u2014they await here the call for
\nthe adventure of a new life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Persistent
\nPerson<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA Person persistent
\nthrough the lapse of worlds,
Although the same for ever in many
\nshapes
By the outward mind unrecognisable
Assuming names
\nunknown in unknown climes
Imprints through Time upon the earth\u2019s
\nworn page
A growing figure of its secret self,
And learns by
\nexperience what the spirit knew,
Till it can see its truth alive
\nand God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAcross the series of
\nbirths and deaths, passing through several worlds on its journey, it
\nis the one soul that persists in its evolutionary adventure on earth.
\nFor ever the same divine entity at its core, it goes on assuming
\nnames and forms birth after birth, puts out different personalities
\nin the field of experience and growth and develops itself. Gradually
\nit discovers through its embodiments the knowledge that is all the
\nwhile concealed in its own spiritual depths, and is able to realise
\nin manifestation the Divine Truth that is at its origin.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Soul’s
\nExperiment<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce more they must
\nface the problem-game of birth,
The soul\u2019s experiment of joy
\nand grief
And thought and impulse lighting the blind act,
And
\nventure on the roads of circumstance
Through inner movements and
\nexternal scenes
Travelling to self across the forms of things.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThese resting souls
\nin the psychic world are again to go forth and enter into the
\nmeaningful round of birth and death and participate in the game of
\nlife with its ups and downs. They light up with growing consciousness
\nand power the mechanical activity in nature, traversing the course of
\ncircumstances unforeseen, both in subjective and objective
\nexperience, they journey to the discovery of the self across the
\nmultitude of forms in the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Creation’s
\nCentre<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto creation\u2019s
\ncentre he had come. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe spirit wandering
\nfrom state to state
Finds here the silence of its starting-point
\n
In the formless force and the still fixity
And brooding
\npassion of the world of Soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy has
\narrived at the very centre of creation. The adventuring spirit,
\npassing from state to state of consciousness in the formulated
\ncreation, finds here, in the formless Force, in the perfect
\nstillness, in the musing intensity of the world of soul, the Silence
\nfrom which it originally set forth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nRe-Made<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that is made and
\nonce again unmade,
The calm persistent vision of the One
\n
Inevitably re-makes, it lives anew:
Forces and lives and
\nbeings and ideas
Are taken into the stillness for a while;
There
\nthey remould their purpose and their drift,
Recast their nature
\nand re-form their shape. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn this period of
\nassimilation, rest and preparation for the next birth, things are
\ndisentangled, re-arranged and recast in view of the purpose of the
\nnew embodiment. Also withdrawn for a while, in this stillness, are
\nforces, lives, beings and ideas at work in the universe. They are
\nthere recast in their nature, differently formed in shape, remoulded
\nand re-oriented, before they are launched again in another movement
\nwith another purpose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Process
\nof the Gods<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver they change and
\nchanging ever grow,
And passing through a fruitful stage of death
\n
And after long reconstituting sleep
Resume their place in the
\nprocess of the Gods
Until their work in cosmic Time is done.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll beings are
\nsubject to this process of change and by change they grow. When the
\ngrowth comes to a standstill for any reason, they cease to live i.e.
\nthey die. Death is a helpful stage, for it releases from a state of
\nstagnancy, opens the door to another birth and a fresh opportunity
\nfor progress. Between death and the next birth is the state of
\npregnant sleep of assimilation and preparation following which they
\nreturn to their field of labours presided over by the Gods. And so it
\ngoes on till the object of birth in the cosmos is fulfilled.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fashioning
\nChamber<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere was the
\nfashioning chamber of the worlds. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAn interval was left
\ntwixt act and act,
Twixt birth and birth, twixt dream and waking
\ndream,
A pause that gave new strength to do and be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus this is the
\nplace from where things are prepared, planned and projected into the
\nworlds of manifestation. Here is spent the necessary interval between
\none birth-experience and another, one action and another, one state
\nof consciousness and another. This interval between one birth and
\nanother gives time for gathering new strength for the next adventure
\nof birth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Cradles
\nof Heavenly Rapture<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBeyond were regions
\nof delight and peace,
Mute birth-places of light and hope and
\nlove,
And cradles of heavenly rapture and repose. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBeyond this world
\nlie domains of joy and peace, silent sources of light and hope and
\nlove, nurseries of celestial delight and repose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Aware
\nof the Eternal Moment<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a slumber of the
\nvoices of the world
He of the eternal moment grew aware;
His
\nknowledge stripped bare of the garbs of sense
Knew by identity
\nwithout thought or word,
His being saw itself without its veils,
\n
Life\u2019s line fell from the spirit\u2019s infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn a hush of all
\nworldly sounds, Aswapathy becomes conscious of Eternity. The
\ninstrumentation of the senses drops off and knowledge by identity
\nawakes in him; neither thought nor speech are any more necessary. His
\nbeing looks at itself without the veils of nature. Life’s limiting
\ndemarcation of form falls from him and he perceives his true being as
\nthe infinite Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Source
\nof all<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlong a road of pure
\ninterior light,
Alone between tremendous Presences,
Under the
\nwatching eye of nameless Gods,
His soul passed on, a single
\nconscious power
Towards the end which ever begins again,
\n
Approaching through a stillness dumb and calm
To the source
\nof all things human and divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy’s soul, a
\nsingle conscious power, travels on along a path lit from within,
\nalone among mighty Presences, under the watchful regard of Gods
\nwithout name, towards an end which is also a beginning. Through a
\npassage mute, calm and still, he approaches the very source of
\nthings, human and divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Two-In-One<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere he beheld in
\ntheir mighty union\u2019s poise
The figure of the deathless
\nTwo-in-One,
A single being in two bodies clasped,
A diarchy
\nof two united souls,
Seated absorbed in deep creative joy;
Their
\ntrance of bliss sustained the mobile world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere Aswapathy
\nbeholds the biune Divinity, the Supreme in its creative poise of He
\nand She. Here is seated the Divine Pair whose rapture sustains the
\nwhole creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Behind
\nStands She<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind them in a
\nmorning dusk One stood
Who brought them forth from the
\nUnknowable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEver disguised she
\nawaits the seeking spirit;
Watcher on the supreme unreachable
\npeaks,
Guide of the traveller of the unseen paths,
She guards
\nthe austere approach to the Alone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBehind this Dual
\nPersonality stands the Great One, the Divine Mother who has brought
\nout the Two-in-One from the Absolute Reality for Manifestation. It is
\nShe who ever awaits, under disguise, the soul that calls; and she who
\nkeeps watch from the summits and guides the pilgrim of the Spirit on
\nhis difficult journey. She stands at the portals of the Sole
\nTranscendent guarding the narrow and difficult passage.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>She
\nReigns<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt the beginning of
\neach far-spread plane
Pervading with her power the cosmic suns
\n
She reigns, inspirer of its multiple works
And thinker of the
\nsymbol of its scene. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe, the Divine
\nMother, pervades all the planes of existence with her luminous Power,
\nreigns over the worlds therein, moves all activity and stamps upon
\neach its significance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>She
\nSupports All<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove them all she
\nstands supporting all,
The sole omnipotent Goddess ever-veiled
\n
Of whom the world is the inscrutable mask;
The ages are the
\nfootfalls of her tread,
Their happenings the figure of her
\nthoughts,
And all creation is her endless act. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe stands above all
\nthe planes supporting them in her omnipotence; she is always veiled;
\nthe world is her thick mask; the ages of Time are the courses of her
\nwalk; all that takes place is prefigured in her thoughts; the whole
\ncreation is really her unending act.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>His
\nPrayer and her Gesture<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis spirit was made
\na vessel of her force;
Mute in the fathomless passion of his will
\n
He outstretched to her his folded hands of prayer. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThen in a sovereign
\nanswer to his heart
A gesture came as of worlds thrown away,
And
\nfrom her raiment\u2019s lustrous mystery raised
One arm half-parted
\nthe eternal veil. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy’s spirit
\nis fired with her Force. In the intensity of his aspiration he
\noutstretches to her his hands in prayer. And in a spontaneous gesture
\nof response, she raises one arm to half part her veil.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Enigma
\nof her Eyes<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA light appeared
\nstill and imperishable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAttracted to the
\nlarge and luminous depths
Of the ravishing enigma of her eyes,
\n
He saw the mystic outline of a face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA still, unending
\nlight appears. Aswapathy is attracted to the luminous and captivating
\nmystery in her eyes and sees the heavenly outline of her face.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Aswapathy
\nOverwhelmed<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOverwhelmed by her
\nimplacable light and bliss,
An atom of her illimitable self
\n
Mastered by the honey and lightning of her power,
Tossed
\ntowards the shores of her ocean ecstasy,
Drunk with a deep golden
\nspiritual wine,
He cast from the rent stillness of his soul
A
\ncry of adoration and desire
And the surrender of his boundless
\nmind
And the self-giving of his silent heart. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe fell down at her
\nfeet unconscious, prone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy is
\noverpowered by her imperious light and bliss. He feels himself to be
\nbut a small fragment of her boundless being. Completely mastered by
\nthe sweetness and brilliance of her power, helplessly swung towards
\nher vast ecstasy, intoxicated with the divine spirit, he breaks out
\nof the silence of his soul into a cry of adoration and seeking. And
\nin an utter movement of surrender of his unbounded mind and silent
\nheart, he falls at her feet, losing all awareness, prostrate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n



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