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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 Three. The Book of the Divine Mother<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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\nBook Three: Canto
\nIII<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nHouse of the Spirit and the New Creation<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
Aswapathy now
\nturns to the Source of all being. In the utter silence of his soul he
\naspires for the Strength that is not of the earth, the Light of a
\nTruth still beyond. But he meets with no response. He feels the
\nresistance of the inconscient base; this negation is lurking even in
\nhimself. Old claims persist. He spots these elements and tears them
\nfrom their roots.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNow a great and last
\ntransformation comes over him. His soul spreads out like a sea and
\nembraces the universe in one unity; he becomes one with all in soul
\nand nature. There is no more division. The human separative formula
\nis transcended; he now awaits the ascent beyond the world. He also
\nawaits the higher Descent to save the world. His senses fail,
\nlife-movements cease, he is swallowed in a trance of Infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nVoyaging through the
\nvasts of Light he reaches his sempiternal base where all is still,
\nuntouched by any pull of Nature. The world-machinery casts no shadow
\nhere. There is only the motionless Power of the Spirit and Peace
\nomnipotent and omniscient. The Guardians of Truth-Law are here.
\nConscient Nature and Witness Soul are poised here in perpetual Calm.
\nAswapathy is alone with the One, he joins the sessions of Infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll grows empty;
\nthere is a pregnant hush. A universal Force awaits the final decree
\nof the Transcendent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy looks down
\nand becomes aware of an ocean of oneness; there is one Self, and
\nbased upon it one Mind, one Life. A new creation arises from this
\noneness. Each in this creation is unique and yet one with all.
\nOneness is not a monotone but multi-facetted. Form reveals its inner
\ntruth. Struggle is a strife of love. Difference and identity are
\nmutually supporting. Bliss is the undying truth of all, Nature a
\nconscious front of God, Wisdom works securely everywhere, Love and
\necstasy are unbroken. In this creation Aswapathy sees himself a
\nportion of the universal gaze, a centre of the pervading light. He
\nfeels in himself the life-throb of the millions.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe sees a hierarchy
\nof luminous planes, each unique in its kind, all attuned to one
\nTruth. The One and the Many are in perfect harmony. An all-creating
\nBliss seeks for forms to manifest the divine truths. A vast
\nTruth-Consciousness takes up these forms and hues and releases them
\ninto manifestation in Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Mother
\nmoves in the cosmic house sporting with her God-Child.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll Powers that are
\nincomplete and erring on earth are here complete and perfect. Mind,
\nImagination, Truth-Power, Life, all are at their optimum. Matter is
\nthe firm density of the Spirit, substance a harp of the self. Beauty,
\nharmony, light and bliss are perpetual here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAgainst this glory
\nthere floats below another scheme\u2014its opposite\u2014where the world
\ndoes not know its Self and Spirit is denied by Matter. Three Powers
\ngovern the course of this lower creation: an unknowing Force at the
\nbeginning, an emergent soul in the middle, and in the end a spirit
\nwithdrawn from life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut the darkness of
\nthis world in Ignorance really hides a glorious truth which shall
\nmanifest one day and the Superconscient grow conscious on earth.
\nAswapathy regards this world as it is, he sees below his own body
\nwhich seems foreign to him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThat universe seems
\nfar and only the Self and Eternity true. But, soon the memory of the
\nstriving planes climbs to him and brings their cry. A ray of the
\nSupreme responds. For even there below, it is the Oneness that
\ndwells.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy finds that
\nhe is two beings at the same time\u2014one free above, the other
\nstruggling, bound, below. His heart lies in between in tranced
\nprayer. It lies in mute appeal to the Supreme, refusing the joy
\nothers cannot share. All other parts of his being are silent and
\nsurrendered to the Higher Will. Only his heart is afire with the
\nCall. No extinction can quench this flame burning higher and higher.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Mightier
\nTask<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmightier task remained than all he had done. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nthat he turned from which all being comes,
A sign attending from
\nthe Secrecy
Which knows the Truth ungrasped behind our thoughts
\n
And guards the world with its all-seeing gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy has,
\nindeed, achieved much. And yet, a still mightier task remains to be
\naccomplished, and that is to bring the Divine Presence, Beauty and
\nJoy down on earth. For this purpose, he now turns to the Source of
\nall, to the beckoning Mystery which holds the Truth that has remained
\nungrasped by human thought and whose vast look guards this world in
\nits gaze.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Incarnate
\nHope<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe unapproachable stillness of his soul,
Intense, one-pointed,
\nmonumental, lone
Patient he sat like an incarnate hope
\n
Motionless on a pedestal of prayer. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nStrength he sought that was not yet on earth,
Help from a Power
\ntoo great for mortal will,
The Light of a Truth now only seen
\nafar,
A sanction from his high omnipotent Source. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy withdraws
\ninto the remotest silence of his soul and awaits with an intense,
\nexclusive aspiration in prayerful poise. He personifies hope. He
\nseeks for a Strength that has not so far manifested on earth, for a
\nhelp from a Power that is beyond the capacity of human will to wield,
\nfor the Light of a Truth which has been only glimpsed from afar, for
\na sanction from the high Omnipotent Source of his own self.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Stark
\nResistance<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nfrom the appalling heights there stooped no voice;
The timeless
\nlids were closed; no opening came. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nneutral helpless void oppressed the years. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe texture of our bound humanity
He felt the stark resistance
\nhuge and dumb
Of our inconscient and unseeing base,
The
\nstubborn mute rejection in Life\u2019s depths,
The ignorant No in
\nthe origin of things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut there is no
\nresponse from above to his appeal. There is no opening anywhere. An
\nimpassive vacuity oppresses time that stretches longer and longer. He
\nfeels the presence of a mute and huge resistance of the inconscient
\nand blinded foundations in the very structure of bounded humanity. He
\nbecomes conscious of the obstinate rejection of higher things in the
\ndepths of Life, of the negations of ignorance in the very origin of
\nthings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Collaboration
\nwith the Night<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nveiled collaboration with the Night
Even in himself survived and
\nhid from his view:
Still something in his earthly being kept
Its
\nkinship with the Inconscient whence it came. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nshadowy unity with a vanished past
Treasured in an old
\nworld-frame was lurking there,
Secret, unnoted by the illumined
\nmind,
And in subconscious whispers and in dream
Still
\nmurmured at the mind\u2019s and spirit\u2019s choice. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe becomes aware of
\na dangerous situation even in himself. Behind the exterior, hid from
\nhis sight, he clearly senses a collaboration between his nature and
\nthe Night of darkness which he is seeking to eliminate. There still
\nsurvives a kinship between his physical being and the Inconscient at
\nits roots. Though the past has receded, there is still in the system
\na prolongation of its effects, its remnants in the subconscient are
\nstill unexposed to the light on the heights of the mind. These
\nobstinate impressions and their articulate formations come up in
\nsubconscious movements and dream states and protest against the
\nhigher choice of the mind and the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Old
\nVoices Plead<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\ntreacherous elements spread like slippery grains
Hoping the
\nincoming Truth might stumble and fall,
And old ideal voices
\nwandering moaned
And pleaded for a heavenly leniency
To the
\ngracious imperfections of our earth
And the sweet weaknesses of
\nour mortal state. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese elements in
\nthe sub-conscient refusing to be eliminated act treacherously,
\ncunningly in order to sabotage the workings of the higher influx. Old
\naccustomed norms and habits resist their displacement, plead for
\nprolongation of their life and for the continuance of the appealing
\nimperfections and tantalising weaknesses of mortal life on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Nature’s
\nSpaces Stripped Bare<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nnow he willed to discover and exile,
The element in him betraying
\nGod. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nNature\u2019s recondite spaces were stripped bare,
All her dim
\ncrypts and corners searched with fire
Where refugee instincts and
\nunshaped revolts
Could shelter find in darkness\u2019 sanctuary
\n
Against the white purity of heaven\u2019s cleansing flame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy resolves
\nto unmask all these still surviving nether elements and banish them
\nfor good. He scrutinises all the nooks and corners of his nature,
\nexposes to light all dimlit terrains where the elements that
\nundermine and betray hide from the purifying flame and plot revolt.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Inconscient
\ntoo is Infinite<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nseemed to have perished that was undivine:
Yet some minutest
\ndissident might escape
And still a centre lurk of the blind
\nforce. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthe Inconscient too is infinite;
The more its abysses we insist
\nto sound,
The more it stretches, stretches endlessly. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this process all
\nthat was undivine seems to have perished. But none can tell. Some
\ntiny remnant of the old nature may escape attention and remain, some
\ncentre of the blind force may be left intact somewhere. It is not the
\nsuperconscient alone that is infinite; the Inconscient too is
\nendless; its abysses are ever receding.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Tears
\nDesire from its Roots<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nlest a human cry should spoil the Truth
He tore desire up from
\nits bleeding roots
And offered to the gods the vacant place. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\ncould he bear the touch immaculate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy knows he
\ncannot take chances, he cannot risk any old human remnant raising up
\nits head and diluting the movement of Truth at the crucial hour. So
\nhe mercilessly kills desire at its very roots\u2014for ultimately it is
\ndesire that vitiates all. And then he offers his being so cleansed,
\nso denuded of all earthly element, to the higher Powers. Only thus
\nthoroughly purified can he bear the immaculate touch of the Divine. A
\nnature with the least impurity breaks down under this Touch. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Soul
\nEmbraces the Universe<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlast and mightiest transformation came. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nsoul was all in front like a great sea
Flooding the mind and body
\nwith its waves;
His being, spread to embrace the universe,
\n
United the within and the without
To make of life a cosmic
\nharmony,
An empire of the immanent Divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA great and final
\ntransformation takes place. Aswapathy’s soul spreads out. It engulfs
\nhis mind and also his body. It extends further and embraces the whole
\nuniverse in its sweep. There is no more any gulf between the inside
\nof him and the outside; all life turns into universal harmony, a
\nconscious field of the indwelling Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Universal
\nSympathy<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis tremendous universality
Not only his soul-nature and
\nmind-sense
Included every soul and mind in his,
But even the
\nlife of flesh and nerve was changed
And grew one flesh and nerve
\nwith all that lives;
He felt the joy of others as his joy,
He
\nbore the grief of others as his grief;
His universal sympathy
\nupbore,
Immense like ocean, the creation\u2019s load
As earth
\nupbears all beings\u2019 sacrifice,
Thrilled with the hidden
\nTranscendent\u2019s joy and peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this vast
\nself-enlargement all souls and all minds are included in his own.
\nEven his flesh and nerve become one with all that lives, with the
\nresult that he experiences the joy of others as his own joy, the
\ngrief of others as his own grief. His sympathy universalises itself
\nand bears the Cosmic load with the thrill of the joy and peace of the
\nTranscendent coursing through his veins. Because of this inviolable
\nbliss and strength within he is able to upbear the burden.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>No
\nmore Division<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwas no more division\u2019s endless scroll;
One grew the Spirit\u2019s
\nsecret unity,
All nature felt again the single bliss;
There
\nwas no cleavage between soul and soul,
There was no barrier
\nbetween world and God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn Aswapathy’s
\nconsciousness there is no more any division in creation. He grows
\ninto the consciousness of the hidden unity of all. Nature achieves
\nonce again the undivided Bliss that was hers before effective
\ndivision took place in her formations. There is no more any
\nseparation between soul and soul, no more any wall between the world
\nand God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>One
\nConsciousness<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOverpowered
\nwere form and memory\u2019s limiting line;
The covering mind was
\nseized and torn apart;
It was dissolved and now no more could be,
\n
The one Consciousness that made the world was seen;
All now
\nwas luminosity and force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe apparent lines
\nof distinction between form and form and the limiting reaches of
\nmemory are all brushed aside. The mind that holds and confines is
\ndissolved and exists no more. The One Consciousness from which the
\nmultitudinous creation has come to be is realised. All is a sea of
\nlight and force.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Self
\nAbolished<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbolished
\nin its last thin fainting trace
The circle of the little self was
\ngone;
The separate being could no more be felt;
It
\ndisappeared and knew itself no more,
Lost in the Spirit\u2019s wide
\nidentity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe limiting
\ncircumference of his undivided self fades away; he is no more a being
\nseparate from others. In fact his self as such disappears and exists
\nno more as an individual; it is lost in the vast embrace of the
\nSpirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Soul
\nTurns to the Supreme<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nnature grew a movement of the All,
Exploring itself to find that
\nall was He,
His soul was a delegation of the All
That turned
\nfrom itself to join the one Supreme. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis nature becomes a
\npart of the Cosmic movement. In its probe into itself, his soul
\ndiscovers that all is the Divine and his being is only a delegate of
\nthe Divine. And it turns from itself to unite with the one Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>On
\nthe World’s Highest Line<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTranscended
\nwas the human formula;
Man\u2019s heart that had obscured the
\nInviolable
Assumed the mighty beating of a god\u2019s;
His
\nseeking mind ceased in the Truth that knows;
His life was a flow
\nof the universal life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nstood fulfilled on the world\u2019s highest line
Awaiting the ascent
\nbeyond the world,
Awaiting the Descent the world to save. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy transcends
\nhis humanity. His heart that had so far covered the true Being now
\nvibrates like a god’s. His mind no more labours for knowledge; it
\nrests in the Truth that is all Knowledge. His life is no more a
\nseparate current, but one with the mighty flow of universal life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy has
\narrived at the farthest limits of the created world and now awaits to
\nsoar still higher. He awaits expectantly the Descent of the Supreme
\nPower which alone can uplift the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Senseand
\nThought Fail<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nSplendour and a Symbol wrapped the earth,
Serene epiphanies
\nlooked and hallowed vasts
Surrounded, wise infinitudes were close
\n
And bright remotenesses leaned near and kin. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSense
\nfailed in that tremendous lucency;
Ephemeral voices from his
\nhearing fell
And Thought potent no more sank large and pale
Like
\na tired god into mysterious seas. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll earth is covered
\nwith a supernal Splendour and significance. New sights and sacred and
\nvast places surround it, far off infinitudes come close. In this
\npowerful luminosity, he loses his consciousness and can no longer
\nhear passing voices; thought becomes weak and ebbs away.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Omnipotent’s
\nPeace<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nrobes of mortal thinking were cast down
Leaving his knowledge
\nbare to absolute sight;
Fate\u2019s driving ceased and Nature\u2019s
\nsleepless spur:
The athlete heavings of the will were stilled
In
\nthe Omnipotent\u2019s unmoving peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHuman thinking which
\nobscures and obstructs true knowledge is left behind and direct
\nvision is opened. The compulsion of Fate from above and the
\npersistent oestrus of Nature from below press no more. Restless
\nactivities of Life-Will are quieted in the immutable peace of the
\nOmnipotent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Infinity
\nSwallows<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife
\nin his members lay down vast and mute;
Naked, unwalled,
\nunterrified it bore
The immense regard of Immortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nlast movement died and all at once grew still. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nweight that was the unseen Transcendent\u2019s hand
Laid on his
\nlimbs the spirit\u2019s measureless seal,
Infinity swallowed him
\ninto shoreless trance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife in his limbs
\nfalls quiet; bare, unbounded, unagitated, it bears the vast regard of
\nthe Immortal. All movement ceases and all becomes still. The hand of
\nthe unseen Transcendent lays the stamp of the Spirit on his limbs and
\nhe is engulfed in the trance of the Infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Plunges
\nto Hidden Eternities<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\none who sets his sail towards mysteried shores
Driven through
\nhuge oceans by the breath of God,
The fathomless below, the
\nunknown around,
His soul abandoned the blind star-field, Space. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfar
\nfrom all that makes the measured world,
Plunging to hidden
\neternities it withdrew
Back from mind\u2019s foaming surface to the
\nVasts
Voiceless within us in omniscient sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy leaves
\nbehind the earth-space shadowed by Ignorance and lets himself be
\ncarried through the unplumbed and the unknown. Far away from the
\nbounded world, his soul withdraws from the foam-like surface of the
\nmind into the Vasts within, mute but all-knowing in their trance, and
\nplunges into the secret depths of the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Reaches
\nSempiternal Base<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthe imperfect reach of word and thought,
Beyond the sight, the
\nlast support of form,
Lost in deep tracts of superconscient
\nLight,
Or voyaging in blank featureless Nothingness,
Sole in
\nthe trackless Incommensurable,
Or past not-self and self and
\nselflessness,
Transgressing the dream-shores of conscious mind
\n
He reached at last his sempiternal base. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy soars
\nabove the limited range of thought and speech, beyond the last
\nfrontier of form testified by vision. Losing himself in the profounds
\nof the Light superconscient, or journeying in the Nothingness yawning
\naround him, alone in the untrodden and unchartable tracts, leaving
\nbehind all sense of self and not-self, well across the borders of the
\ndreamlands of conscious mind, he at last reaches his eternal Source.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nHeights (I)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nsorrowless heights no winging cry disturbs,
Pure and untouched
\nabove the mortal play
Is spread the spirit\u2019s hushed immobile
\nair. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nno beginning is and there no end;
There is the stable force of
\nall that moves;
There the aeonic labourer is at rest. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn the summits
\nbeyond the reach of earthly cry, above the realm of mortal life, all
\nis still, mute in the Breath of the Spirit. There is no movement, no
\nstart, no end. There is only the stable Force which underlies all
\nthat moves and sustains it; all the labour in the worlds below comes
\nto rest here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nHeights (II)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nturns no keyed creation in the void,
No giant mechanism watched
\nby a soul;
There creaks no fate-turned huge machinery; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this void of the
\nSpirit there is no turning of the Wheel of creation on any original
\nimpulsion. There is no operation of the mechanism of Nature witnessed
\nby a soul. The workings of Fate through its giant machinery of
\ncircumstance and choice are not here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nHeights (III)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmarriage of evil with good within one breast,
The clash of strife
\nin the very clasp of love,
The dangerous pain of life\u2019s
\nexperiment
In the values of Inconsequence and Chance,
The
\nperil of mind\u2019s gamble, throwing our lives
As stake in a wager
\nof indifferent gods <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe familiar
\njuxtaposition of good and evil, love and strife, are not here. The
\npain imposed by the adventure of life in the field of chance and
\nfailure and the danger of the reckless wager of the mind in playing
\nwith life as the stake with the indifferent gods are not here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nHeights (IV)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nthe shifting lights and shadows of the idea
Falling upon the
\nsurface consciousness,
And in the dream of a mute witness soul
\n
Creating the error of a half-seen world
Where knowledge is a
\nseeking ignorance, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNot here are the
\nconfused workings of the shifting half-lights and half-shadows of the
\nIdea in the surface being and in the dream-weavings of the watching
\nsoul, leading to the error of a world that is only partly seen, a
\nworld in which Knowledge itself is an ignorance\u2014albeit a seeking
\nignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nHeights (V)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife\u2019s
\nsteps a stumbling series without suit,
Its aspect of fortuitous
\ndesign,
Its equal measure of the true and false
In that
\nimmobile and immutable realm
Find no access, no cause, no right
\nto live:
There only reigns the Spirit\u2019s motionless power
\n
Poised in itself through still eternity
And its omniscient
\nand omnipotent peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNor does life as it
\nis on earth\u2014stumbling through apparent chance with its dualities of
\ntruth and falsehood\u2014find entrance here. Here reigns the still Power
\nof the Spirit, timeless; here is only Peace, omniscient and
\nomnipotent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nHeights (VI)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThought
\nclashes not with thought and truth with truth,
There is no war of
\nright with rival right;
There are no stumbling and half-seeing
\nlives
Passing from chance to unexpected chance,
No suffering
\nof hearts compelled to beat
In bodies of the inert Inconscient\u2019s
\nmake. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is here no
\nconflict between thought and thought, between one truth and another,
\none right and another; there is none of the blind stumbling of life
\nfrom one unexpected happening to another, no life compelled to dwell
\nand suffer in a body based on the inert inconscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Guardians
\nof Eternity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArmed
\nwith the immune occult unsinking Fire
The guardians of Eternity
\nkeep its law
For ever fixed upon Truth\u2019s giant base
In her
\nmagnificent and termless home. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere, appointed
\nPowers, armed with Divine Will and Force, keep the Law of the Eternal
\nfirmly entrenched in Truth, in the own Home of Truth, sve dame.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spirit-Nature
\nAssents<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nNature on her dumb spiritual couch
Immutably transcendent knows
\nher source
And to the stir of multitudinous worlds
Assents
\nunmoved in a perpetual calm. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere Supernature,
\nawake in the bosom of the Spirit, is fully conscious of her Truth and
\nherself poised in eternal calm; unmoved, she gives assent to the
\nmultiple movements of the manifestation below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Witness
\nEye<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll-causing,
\nall-sustaining and aloof,
The Witness looks from his unshaken
\npoise,
An Eye immense regarding all things done. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd the Purusha, the
\nBeing who causes all, sustains all and yet remains aloof, regards
\nwith his immense witness Eye, the whole movement from his unmoving
\nstation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Above
\nCreation’s Stir<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nApart,
\nat peace above creation\u2019s stir,
Immersed in the eternal
\naltitudes,
He abode defended in his shoreless self,
Companioned
\nonly by the all-seeing One. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy is now
\nhigh above the stir of the creative movement below; he is separate
\nand lost in the summits. He dwells, guarded, in his boundless self.
\nHis only companion is the all-witnessing One.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Joins
\nthe Sessions of Infinity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nMind too mighty to be bound by Thought,
A Life too boundless for
\nthe play in space,
A Soul without borders unconvinced of Time,
\n
He felt the extinction of the world\u2019s long pain,
He became
\nthe unborn Self that never dies,
He joined the sessions of
\nInfinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy has become
\none whose Mind exceeds the bounds of thought, one whose Life cannot
\nbe contained in space. He has become a Soul, boundless and eternal.
\nThe long-standing pain of the world is gone. He becomes the unborn
\nand the undying Self and joins the play of the Infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Primal
\nLoneliness of Cosmos<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nthe cosmic murmur primal loneliness fell,
Annulled was the
\ncontact formed with time-born things,
Empty grew Nature\u2019s wide
\ncommunity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe whole cosmic
\nmovement appears to be left alone as it was in its primal beginnings.
\nThe understanding between the creator and the creation for constant
\ncompanionship and communion seems to have ended. Nature’s Kingdom is
\ndenuded.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>World
\nis Silent<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthings were brought back to their formless seed,
The world was
\nsilent for a cyclic hour. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nthe afflicted Nature he has left
Maintained beneath him her broad
\nnumberless fields,
Her enormous act, receding, failed remote
As
\nif a soulless dream at last had ceased. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe formless
\nseed-state of things is back again. The Cosmic movement comes to a
\nstandstill for a time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven though the
\nNature he has left behind continues to keep her many ranges, her
\nactivity loses its impetus and gradually fails altogether.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>A
\nUniversal Force Awaits<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNo
\nvoice came down from the high silences,
None answered from her
\ndesolate solitudes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nstillness of cessation reigned, the wide
Immortal hush before the
\ngods were born;
A universal Force awaited, mute,
The veiled
\nTranscendent\u2019s ultimate decree. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll is still; there
\nis neither any Call from above nor response from below. There is a
\ndivine hush as in the hour preceding the advent of the Gods. A mute,
\nuniversal Force awaits the final command of the still veiled
\nTranscendent Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Oneness
\nWidens<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nsuddenly there came a downward look
As if a sea exploring its own
\ndepths;
A living Oneness widened at its core
And joined him
\nto unnumbered multitudes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nBliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love
Caught all into a
\nsole immense embrace;
Existence found its truth on Oneness\u2019
\nbreast
And each became the self and space of all. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll of a sudden a
\nlook gazes below and the dynamic Oneness at which Aswapathy has
\narrived expands; Aswapathy is joined to the multitudes that are the
\nexpansions of the One. All are held within the one large clasp of a
\nBliss, a Light, a Power, a pure Love. The whole of existence finds
\nits home in a oneness and because of this oneness supporting and
\nindwelling\u2014each becomes the centre and the circumference of all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Worlds
\nmany but Self one<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ngreat world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,
To feel was a
\nflame-discovery of God,
All mind was a single harp of many
\nstrings,
All life a song of many meeting lives;
For worlds
\nwere many, but the Self was one. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe rhythm of the
\nmany worlds are realised to be the heart-beats of one indwelling
\nSoul; to feel is to discover God everywhere; all mind is one, the
\nindividual formation being like the many strings of one harp; all
\nlife is a chorus of joy in which individual lives join.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>New
\nCreation<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nknowledge was now made a cosmos\u2019 seed:
This seed was cased in
\nthe safety of the Light,
It needed not a sheath of Ignorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nfrom the trance of that tremendous clasp
And from the throbbings
\nof that single Heart
And from the naked Spirit\u2019s victory
A
\nnew and marvellous creation rose. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis realised
\nKnowledge becomes the seed of a new creation. This seed does not need
\nto be covered in a sheath of Ignorance as on earth but is enclosed in
\na covering of Light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAnd a new and
\nwonderful creation rises from this trance of oneness, from the
\nheavings of one heart, from the assertion of the sheer Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nWrapped in all<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIncalculable
\noutflowing infinitudes
Laughing out an unmeasured happiness
\n
Lived their innumerable unity;
Worlds where the being is
\nunbound and wide
Bodied unthinkably the egoless Self,
Rapture
\nof beatific energies
Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a
\nsingle joy;
White vasts were seen where all is wrapped in all. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this new
\ncreation, infinitudes flow out in endless felicity and live in their
\nmultitudinous oneness; worlds embody the egoless Self and the being
\nin them is wide and limitless. Time and the Timeless are joined by
\nthe blissful rapture of energies and become but two ends of one Joy;
\npure vasts lie extended where all live in all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nJoined to all<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwere no contraries, no sundered parts,
All by spiritual links
\nwere joined to all
And bound indissolubly to the One:
Each
\nwas unique but took all lives as its own,
And, following out
\nthese tones of the Infinite,
Recognised in himself the universe. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this marvellous
\ncreation there are no divisions, no oppositions: all are joined
\ntogether by the Spirit and bound to the One. Each is indeed unique
\nbut it takes the whole as its field, follows the rhythms of the
\nInfinite and contains the universe in itself. Each is identified with
\nthe universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Self-Bliss<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsplendid centre of infinity\u2019s whirl
Pushed to its zenith\u2019s
\nheight, its last expanse,
Felt the divinity of its own self-bliss
\n
Repeated in its numberless other selves. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach self feels
\nitself as one Centre of the movement of Infinity raised to its
\nhighest summit and pushed to its widest expanse; it feels its own
\ndivine bliss repeated in others which are its own selves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Recurring
\nDecimals of Eternity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\ntook up tirelessly into its scope
Persons and figures of the
\nImpersonal,
As if prolonging in a celestial count,
In a
\nrapturous multiplication\u2019s sum,
The recurring decimals of
\neternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach takes all into
\naccount, all the persons and forms of the Impersonal Reality in their
\nendless progression are a joyous exercise without termination.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>None
\nis Apart<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNone
\nwas apart, none lived for himself alone,
Each lived for God in
\nhim and God in all,
Each soleness inexpressibly held the whole. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNone here is
\nseparated from others; none lives for himself alone. Each lives for
\nGod in himself and for God in all. Each holds the all because each is
\none with all in God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Oneness
\nnot Tied to Monotone<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nOneness was not tied to monotone;
It showed a thousand aspects of
\nitself,
Its luminous immutable stability
Upbore on a
\nchangeless ground for ever safe,
Compelled to a spontaneous
\nservitude,
The ever-changing incalculable steps,
The
\nseeming-reckless dance\u2019s subtle plan
Of immense world-forces in
\ntheir perfect play. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this creation
\noneness is not a featureless formula. It is a multifacetted Unity.
\nIts unmoving stability supports naturally and firmly on its
\nunchanging base the perfect play of the huge world-forces,
\never-changing and incalculable in their movements, seemingly reckless
\nbut indeed governed by a subtle plan.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Appearance
\nLooks at Hidden Truth<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAppearance
\nlooked back to its hidden truth
And made of difference oneness\u2019
\nsmiling play;
It made all persons fractions of the Unique,
Yet
\nall were being\u2019s secret integers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAppearances
\nconstantly remind us of the truth that is behind them; hence all
\ndifferences are seen to be but a sportive play of an eternal oneness;
\nall individuals are parts of the One and yet each is the whole Being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Identity
\nGives Security to Difference<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nstruggle was turned to a sweet strife of love
In the harmonised
\ncircle of a sure embrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIdentity\u2019s
\nreconciling happiness gave
A rich security to difference. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this community of
\nharmony of an unfailing hold of oneness, all struggle turns to be but
\na delightful encounter of love. All difference becomes a happy play
\ndue to the bridging felicity of the identity underneath.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Game
\nof Games<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\na meeting line of hazardous extremes
The Game of games was played
\nto its breaking point,
Where through self-finding by divine
\nself-loss
There leaps out unity\u2019s supreme delight
Whose
\nblissful undivided sweetness feels
A commonalty of the Absolute. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere is played the
\ngreat game of the One deploying itself to its utmost as the Many. The
\nDivine Reality loses itself, so to say, in this play of
\ndiversification and this self-loss gives it the opportunity to get
\nthe thrill of self-finding in the underlying unity. The bliss of this
\nrecovered oneness is the acme of the delight of the game.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>No
\nSuffering<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwas no sob of suffering anywhere;
Experience ran from point to
\npoint of joy:
Bliss was the pure undying truth of things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere there is no
\nsuffering because there is no division. All experience is a movement
\nfrom joy to joy and Bliss is realised to be the pure, eternal truth
\nof all things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Nature
\na Conscious Front of God<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nNature was a conscious front of God:
A wisdom worked in all,
\nself-moved, self-sure,
A plenitude of illimitable Light,
An
\nauthenticity of intuitive Truth,
A glory and passion of creative
\nForce. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere Nature is not a
\nveil over God, as on earth, but a face, a conscious front of God.
\nThere is no meandering in ignorance; on the other hand, there is a
\ndynamic, spontaneous and sure wisdom working in all movements, all
\nforms. There is no darkness, no shade; there is a flooding of
\nboundless Light. Truth does not have to be sought for with the
\nfumbling faculties of the mind; there is certainty of intuitive truth
\neverywhere. The force that builds is not subject to handicaps and
\ndilutions; it works in full intensity and power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Infallible
\nThought Inspires Act<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInfallible,
\nleaping from eternity,
The moment\u2019s thought inspired the
\npassing act,
A word, a laughter sprang from Silence\u2019 breast,
A
\nrhythm of Beauty in the calm of Space,
A Knowledge in the
\nfathomless heart of Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere all movements
\nare spontaneous and just. Even a passing act is inspired by an
\nimmediate thought that is true and right a thought that comes
\nstraight from eternity. Out of the bosom of Silence emerges a word, a
\nnote of joy; in the calm of Space forms a pattern of Beauty; from the
\nprofounds of Time arises Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Love
\na Thrilled Identity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nturned to all without reserve\u2019s recoil:
A single ecstasy
\nwithout a break,
Love was a close and thrilled identity
In
\nthe throbbing heart of all that luminous life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll turns freely to
\nall without reservation and its reactions. There is one unbroken
\necstasy everywhere. In the vibrant Centre of this luminous life, love
\nis an intimate and joyous identity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Intimacy
\nof Soul With Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nuniversal vision that unites,
A sympathy of nerve replying to
\nnerve,
Hearing that listens to thought\u2019s inner sound
And
\nfollows the rhythmic meanings of the heart,
A touch that needs
\nnot hands to feel, to clasp,
Were there the native means of
\nconsciousness
And heightened the intimacy of soul with soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNo physical senses
\nare needed here for one to contact another. Consciousness communes
\nwith consciousness directly and thereby the intimacy of soul with
\nsoul is intensified. There is a wide unity, a universal vision; nerve
\nresponds to nerve in spontaneous sympathy; hearing captures the inner
\nsound of thought\u2014not the outer sound alone\u2014and follows the
\nfeelings and movements of the heart; contact does not need any
\nphysical channel, it is a direct grasp of consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Diapason
\nof Soul Interchange<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ngrand orchestra of spiritual powers,
A diapason of soul
\ninterchange
Harmonised a oneness deep, immeasurable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a magnificent
\norchestration of the powers of the Spirit, a splendid melody of the
\ncommunion of souls, all striking a harmonious note of a multiple
\nOneness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>A
\nRipple on Sea of Peace<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthese new worlds projected he became
A portion of the universal
\ngaze,
A station of the all-inhabiting light,
A ripple on a
\nsingle sea of peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy undergoes
\na rapid change in this new creation. He becomes a portion of the
\nall-comprehending gaze of the Spirit, a living centre of the
\nall-pervading Light, a ripple on the one ocean of Peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>His
\nLife a Field of the Cosmic Stir<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nmind answered to countless communing minds,
His words were
\nsyllables of the cosmos\u2019 speech,
His life a field of the vast
\ncosmic stir. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nfelt the footsteps of a million wills
Moving in unison to a
\nsingle goal. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis mind is in tune
\nwith other minds, his speech is a natural part of the speech of the
\nworld, his life the stage on which the whole Cosmic Play is enacted.
\nHe feels in himself the tread of all wills journeying together to a
\ncommon goal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Bears
\nCalm Movements of Delight<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nstream ever new-born that never dies,
Caught in its thousandfold
\ncurrent\u2019s ravishing flow,
With its eddies of immortal sweetness
\nthrilled,
He bore coiling through his members as they passed
\n
Calm movements of interminable delight,
The bliss of a myriad
\nmyriads who are one. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn him and through
\nhim pass the currents of the ever-fresh and never-ending flow of the
\nmultifold delight of life, calm movements of endless Bliss of the
\ninnumerable One.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Hierarchy
\nof Planes<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis vast outbreak of perfection\u2019s law
Imposing its fixity on
\nthe flux of things
He saw a hierarchy of lucent planes
Enfeoffed
\nto this highest kingdom of God-state. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this
\nmanifestation of Perfection firmly governing the fluid movement of
\nforces, Aswapathy sees a graded system of luminous planes of
\nexistence geared and subordinated to this highest realm of
\nGod-consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Attuned
\nto one Truth<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttuning
\nto one Truth their own right rule
Each housed the gladness of a
\nbright degree,
Alone in beauty, perfect in self-kind,
An
\nimage cast by one deep truth\u2019s absolute,
Married to all in
\nhappy difference. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach plane has its
\nown law, its own right functioning, but all are attuned to one Truth.
\nEach has its luminous felicity, its appropriate perfection in form.
\nAll are self-castings of one Truth and their apparent difference is
\nno cause for discord; on the other hand there is the happy sense of
\nunion in a community of Truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\none in the Joy of Multitude<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach
\ngave its powers to help its neighbours\u2019 parts,
But suffered no
\ndiminution by the gift;
Profiteers of a mystic interchange,
They
\ngrew by what they took and what they gave,
All others they felt
\nas their own complements,
One in the might and joy of multitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach unit gives its
\npowers to assist its neighbour, but on that account it suffers no
\nloss. There is a constant interchange among all and by that all grow.
\nEach feels the rest as its complements in the common strength and joy
\nof the multiple One.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>One
\nand many<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nin the poise where Oneness draws apart
To feel the rapture of its
\nseparate selves,
The Sole in its solitude yearned towards the All
\n
And the Many turned to look back at the One. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a beautiful
\nplay of the One and the Many when the compelling and comprehending
\nOneness takes apoise of stepping back in order to enjoy the
\ndistinctness of its many selves. The One constantly seeks the All and
\nthe Many look back at the One.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe One poises
\nitself as the Many for the play of multiplicity, but both the One and
\nthe Many never forget their basic identity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Forms
\nto Manifest Truths Divine<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nall-revealing all-creating Bliss,
Seeking for forms to manifest
\ntruths divine,
Aligned in their significant mystery
The
\ngleams of the symbols of the Ineffable
Blazoned like hues upon a
\ncolourless air
On the white purity of the Witness Soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis creation
\nproceeds on the ebullition of a creative Bliss which in its fullness
\nseeks to manifest divine truths in forms. This Bliss assembles the
\nrays of the symbols of the Reality that is ineffable, in picturesque
\nbut meaningful patterns in varied hues on the pure bosom of the
\nimmutable Being, the Witness Soul of all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Prisms
\nof the Supreme<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nhues were the very prism of the Supreme,
His beauty, power,
\ndelight creation\u2019s cause. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese hues of the
\nemerging patterns are verily the vibrant colours of the creative
\nPrisms of the Supreme Splendours. This creation has been thrown up
\nout of the Delight of the Supreme, shaped by his Power in the mould
\nof his Beauty.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Truth
\nConsciousness Takes Up<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nvast Truth-Consciousness took up these signs
To pass them on to
\nsome divine child Heart
That looked on them with laughter and
\ndelight
And joyed in these transcendent images
Living and
\nreal as the truths they house. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe dynamic and vast
\nTruth-Consciousness, the Gnostic Power, takes up these designs and
\nworks them out in the light of the Real-Idea at the source, for the
\ndelectation of the Divine Soul at the heart of the manifestation.
\nThis Soul takes delight in the forms so projected and regards them as
\nliving and as real as the divine truths embodied in those forms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Marvel
\nHouse of God<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSpirit\u2019s white neutrality became
A playground of miracles, a
\nrendezvous
For the secret powers of a mystic Timelessness:
It
\nmade of space a marvel house of God,
It poured through Time its
\nworks of ageless might,
Unveiled seen as a luring rapturous face
\n
The wonder and beauty of its Love and Force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe blank stillness
\nof the Spirit becomes the scene of the Divine Play of creation, lila,
\nin which the hidden Powers of the Eternal go into action, miracles
\nare enacted and all Space is filled with the marvels of God. The
\nmight of the Spirit pours itself through Time, its wondrous Love and
\nForce reveal themselves in a Face of Bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Eternal
\nGoddess in Her Cosmic House<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\neternal Goddess moved in her cosmic house
Sporting with God as a
\nMother with her child:
To him the universe was her bosom of love,
\n
His toys were the immortal verities. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe eternal Creatrix
\nmoves in her house that is the cosmos, playing with God as with an
\ninfant. And to God the whole universe is the cherished body of the
\nEternal Mother; his playthings are the truths that are brought out
\nfor manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAll
\nhere self-lost had there its divine place. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nPowers that here betray our hearts and err,
Were there sovereign
\nin truth, perfect in joy,
Masters in a creation without flaw,
\n
Possessors of their own infinitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that has lost
\nitself, forgotten its true origin and nature on earth, is found here
\nin full possession, in its right place. The powers that are perverted
\nand mislead and err in the lower creation are here in their full
\ntruth, perfect in delight, rulers in a perfect creation, in full
\nexercise of their native infinitudes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThere
\nMind, a splendid sun of vision\u2019s rays,
Shaped substance by the
\nglory of its thoughts
And moved amidst the grandeur of its
\ndreams. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere in this new
\ncreation, mind is no mere seeker of knowledge fumbling in ignorance,
\nas in the lower sphere. It is a concentration of revelatory light,
\ncreating by the power of its thoughts, moving freely in the rich land
\nof its dreams.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nImagination\u2019s
\ngreat ensorcelling rod
Summoned the unknown and gave to it a
\nhome,
Outspread luxuriantly in golden air
Truth\u2019s
\niris-coloured wings of fantasy,
Or sang to the intuitive heart of
\njoy
Wonder\u2019s dream-notes that bring the Real close. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImagination plays a
\nconstructive role. It calls out the unknown and provides it with a
\nhabitation; spreads out Truth’s many-hued wings of fantasy; chants to
\njoyous intuition its dream-notes of marvel, drawing the Reality
\nnearer.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIts
\nPower that makes the unknowable near and true,
In the temple of
\nthe ideal shrined the One: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Power of the
\nTruth-Consciousness draws out what is unknowable and makes it real to
\nexperience, establishes the truth of the One Reality in the Ideal it
\nerects.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Bright
\nAspects<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\npeopled thought and mind and happy sense
Filled with bright
\naspects of the might of God
And living persons of the one
\nSupreme,
The speech that voices the ineffable,
The ray
\nrevealing unseen Presences,
The virgin forms through which the
\nFormless shines,
The Word that ushers divine experience
And
\nthe Ideas that crowd the Infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Power makes all
\nthought and sense alive with the glow of the dynamis of God, makes
\nall living embodiments of the One. It ensures the speech that
\nexpresses what is beyond expression, the light that reveals the
\nunseen Presence, the forms through which the Formless Reality
\nradiates, the potent Word that initiates and releases the experience
\nof the Supernal, the Ideas that people the Infinite Existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>No
\nGulf Between Thoughtand Fact<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwas no gulf between the thought and fact;
Ever they replied like
\nbird to calling bird;
The will obeyed the thought, the act the
\nwill,
There was a harmony woven twixt soul and soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmarriage with eternity divinised Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere there is no
\ndivision, no gulf as in the lower creation, between thought and fact,
\nthinking and actuality; they are always in communion. What the
\nthought conceives, the will executes; what the will attempts, the act
\nfulfils. There is a relation of harmony between soul and soul. Time
\nis joined to Eternity and shares its divinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Life
\nPursues Her Sport<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nLife pursued unwearied of her sport,
Joy in her heart and
\nlaughter on her lips,
The bright adventure of God\u2019s game of
\nchance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher ingenious ardour of caprice,
In her transfiguring mirth she
\nmapped on Time
A fascinating puzzle of events,
Lured at each
\nturn by new vicissitudes
To self-discovery that could never
\ncease. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere Life is not
\nweighed down by incapacity, limitation and death. Life is at her
\nuntiring play, enjoying the apparent game of chance. In her ardour of
\nfree choice and fruitful mirth she works out in Time a wonderful
\npattern of events with new vicissitudes constantly breaking in and
\nleading to endless self-discovery.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll events in life,
\nall circumstances\u2014foreseen and unforeseen\u2014combine to lead to a
\nceaseless self-discovery.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Life’s
\nAdventure<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver
\nshe framed stark bonds for the will to break,
Brought new
\ncreations for the thought\u2019s surprise
And passionate ventures
\nfor the heart to dare,
Where Truth recurred with an unexpected
\nface
Or else repeated old familiar joy
Like the return of a
\ndelightful rhyme. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis play of Life is
\na great adventure. She constantly erects bonds that the will learns
\nto break, growing in the exercise; she ever surprises thought with
\nher new creations, tempts the heart with passionate ventures\u2014in all
\nof which Truth reveals herself in new and newer forms or repeats her
\njoyous strains of known rhythms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Never
\nExtended<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nhide and seek on a Mother-Wisdom\u2019s breast,
An artist teeming
\nwith her world-idea,
She never could exhaust its numberless
\nthoughts
And vast adventure into thinking shapes
And trial
\nand lure of a new living\u2019s dreams. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this game of hide
\nand seek under the benign Eye of the Spirit’s wisdom, Life is fired
\nwith the Idea of cosmic manifestation and with all her acts, she does
\nnot exhaust the contents of that Idea, never comes to an end in her
\nadventures of living forms, never tires of the fascinating experiment
\nof new ways of living.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Mystery
\nDrama of Life<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUntired
\nof sameness and untired of change,
Endlessly she unrolled her
\nmoving act,
A mystery drama of divine delight,
A living poem
\nof world ecstasy,
A kakemono of significant forms,
A coiled
\nperspective of developing scenes,
A brilliant chase of
\nself-revealing shapes,
An ardent hunt of soul looking for soul,
\n
A seeking and a finding as of gods. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife goes on
\nunrolling her intriguing drama of delight, never bored either with
\nsameness or change, singing her world-poem of ecstasy, weaving a
\nvariegated pattern of meaningful forms presenting an involved
\nperspective of developing scenes, a fast-moving play of revealing
\nforms, a passionate search of soul for soul, a celestial game of hide
\nand seek.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Matter
\nFirm Density of Spirit<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nMatter is the Spirit\u2019s firm density,
An artistry of glad
\noutwardness of self,
A treasure-house of lasting images
Where
\nsense can build a world of pure delight:
The home of a perpetual
\nhappiness,
It lodged the hours as in a pleasant inn. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this creation
\nMatter is only a solidity of the Spirit\u2014not a concealing crust as
\nit appears in the lower creation; it is a happy, harmonious outer
\npoise of the self. It is a storing place of permanent images where
\nsense organises a world of unmixed delight, the home of unceasing
\nhappiness where time has a happy sojourn.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Senses
\nOutlets of Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsenses there were outlets of the soul;
Even the youngest
\nchild-thought of the mind
Incarnated some touch of highest
\nthings. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere the senses are
\nchannels for the movements of the soul\u2014not powers that veil the
\nsoul with their outward activities. Even a passing, undeveloped
\nthought of the mind carries some truth of the highest\u2014it is not a
\nmere bubble without consequence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Substance
\na Harp of Self<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nsubstance was a resonant harp of self,
A net for the constant
\nlightnings of the Spirit,
A magnet power of love\u2019s intensity
\n
Whose yearning throb and adoration\u2019s cry
Drew God\u2019s
\napproaches close, sweet, wonderful. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMatter responds
\nspontaneously to the rhythms of the self; it acts as an effective
\nabsorber of the constantly passing scintillations of the Spirit; it
\nis a concentration of the attracting power of love which by its
\nintensity draws near the sweet and marvellous Presence of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Solidity
\nof Bright Pedestal<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nsolidity was a mass of heavenly make;
Its fixity and sweet
\npermanence of charm
Made a bright pedestal for felicity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe solidity of this
\nsubstance is of a celestial making, conscious and luminous\u2014not a
\nmass of obscure in-conscience. Its firmness and happy permanence make
\na glowing pedestal for the felicity that naturally obtains here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Divine
\nSense<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nbodies woven by a divine sense
Prolonged the nearness of soul\u2019s
\nclasp with soul;
Its warm play of external sight and touch
\n
Reflected the glow and thrill of the heart\u2019s joy,
Mind\u2019s
\nclimbing brilliant thoughts, the spirit\u2019s bliss;
Life\u2019s
\nrapture kept for ever its flame and cry. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe bodies patterned
\nby a divine sense extended the intimacy of soul with soul; the bright
\nplay of this sense, through outer sight and touch, mirrors the glow
\nand throb of the joy of the heart within, the soaring brilliant
\nthoughts of the mind and the bliss of the spirit. Life’s intense
\ndelight ever vibrates with the fire and call of this divine sense.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAll
\nthat now passes lived immortal there
In the proud beauty and fine
\nharmony
Of Matter plastic to spiritual light. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nordered hours proclaimed the eternal Law;
Vision reposed on a
\nsafety of deathless forms;
Time was Eternity\u2019s transparent
\nrobe. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe disintegration
\nand death that characterise life in the material creation on earth
\nare not to be found here. Because of the plasticity of Matter to the
\nLight of the Spirit, there is harmony in materiality, there is no
\nbreak in the continuity; things are immortal. The eternal Law of the
\nSpirit works unimpeded in Time, and sight rests on the security of
\nundying forms; Time is only a transparent robe put on by Eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAn
\narchitect hewing out self\u2019s living rock,
Phenomenon built
\nReality\u2019s summer-house
On the beaches of the sea of Infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPhenomenon erects a
\nliving formation out of the self, a happy dwelling for the Reality on
\nthe outskirts of the ocean of Infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAgainst
\nthis glory of spiritual states,
Their parallels and yet their
\nopposites
Floated and swayed, eclipsed and shadow-like
As if
\na doubt made substance, flickering, pale,
This other scheme two
\nvast negations found. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis marvellous
\ncreation of the Spirit is not all. Aswapathy sees also formations
\nthat seem parallels to these high states, but in fact are their
\ncontraries, floating and shadowing, pale and unsteady like a doubt
\nconcretised. In this scheme Aswapathy finds two great negations.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spiritand
\nWorld in Disharmony<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nworld that knows not its inhabiting Self,
Labours to find its
\ncause and need to be;
A spirit ignorant of the world it made,
\n
Obscured by Matter, travestied by Life,
Struggles to emerge,
\nto be free, to know and reign;
These were close-tied in one
\ndisharmony,
Yet the divergent lines met not at all. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a world that
\nis not conscious of the Self that indwells it; it is ignorant and
\ntries to find the cause of its existence and the necessity that keeps
\nit going. This is one negation, the negation of the Spirit by Matter.
\nThe Spirit that has made this world is not yet possessed of it in its
\nconsciousness; it is obscured by its cloak of Matter, betrayed by its
\nvehicle of Life and struggles to emerge into freedom from its
\nimprisonment, to become fully conscious and rule by its own right.
\nThis is the second negation; the negation of Matter by the Spirit.
\nSpirit and the world are thrown together in the disharmony that
\nprevails between them; their respective directions diverge and do not
\nmeet at all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Three
\nPowers<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThree
\nPowers governed its irrational course,
In the beginning an
\nunknowing Force,
In the middle an embodied striving soul,
In
\nits end a silent spirit denying life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis false creation
\nis governed by three Powers in its course that defies reason. At the
\noutset it is a blind, unconscious Force that dominates and drives; in
\nthe middle of the course, it is a soul encased in body that is
\nbecoming conscious and struggles to emerge; at the end there is the
\nsilent and aloof spirit that rejects life. These are the three stages
\nof its movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA
\ndull and infelicitous interlude
Unrolls its dubious truth to a
\nquestioning Mind
Compelled by the ignorant Power to play its part
\n
And to record her inconclusive tale,
The mystery of her
\ninconscient plan
And the riddle of a being born from Night
By
\na marriage of Necessity with Chance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is an
\nuninteresting, unhappy, temporary creation which reveals its
\nnone-too-sure truth to the questioning Mind which is forced by the
\nNature-Power in Ignorance to labour and seek for truth, to register
\nthe incomplete story of her effort, to note the mystery of her
\ninconscient plan of the birth of creation from the Night of Nescience
\nfollowing an encounter between Necessity and Chance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Darkness
\nHiding Nobler Destiny<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\ndarkness hides our nobler destiny. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nchrysalis of a great and glorious truth,
It stifles the winged
\nmarvel in its sheath
Lest from the prison of Matter it escape
\n
And, wasting its beauty on the formless Vast,
Merged into the
\nUnknowable\u2019s mystery,
Leave unfulfilled the world\u2019s
\nmiraculous fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever, this
\ndarkness is not the whole truth of the matter. Behind it lies
\nconcealed a nobler destiny for Earth. It is only a case that holds
\nwithin itself a great truth that is preparing to form and emerge,
\nthat compels the living truth to stay there and not to escape from
\nits material encasement. For if it were to escape, its beauty would
\nbe wasted on the formless, featureless Vast to which it would wing
\nback, it would merge into the Unknowable and the miraculous
\nfulfilment intended for the world would remain unachieved.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>New
\nCreation shall Arise<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nyet thought only some high spirit\u2019s dream
Or a vexed illusion
\nin man\u2019s toiling mind,
A new creation from the old shall rise,
\n
A Knowledge inarticulate find speech,
Beauty suppressed burst
\ninto paradise bloom,
Pleasure and pain dive into absolute bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough it now
\nappears to be only a distant dream of the spirit, a troublesome
\nillusion in the labouring mind of man, it is certain that a new
\ncreation is going to arise from the present old one. The Knowledge
\nthat is now inarticulate will find ample expression; Beauty that is
\nnow suppressed in the general ugliness will gaily blossom forth;
\npleasure and pain will merge into utter bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Oracle
\nshall Speak<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntongueless oracle shall speak at last,
The Superconscient
\nconscious grow on earth,
The Eternal\u2019s wonders join the dance
\nof Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Revealing Word
\nwill be uttered without the aid of physical instrumentation. What is
\nnow beyond the earth-consciousness will become natural on earth. The
\nmarvels of the Eternal Will be rendered in the rhythms of Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>But
\nnow all Seems Vain<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nnow all seemed a vainly teeming vast
Upheld by a deluded Energy
\n
To a spectator self-absorbed and mute,
Careless of the
\nunmeaning show he watched,
Regarding the bizarre procession pass
\n
Like one who waits for an expected end. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut at this moment
\nall this seems a mirage. Everything appears to be a vast crowded
\nspectacle upheld by a deluded mechanical Energy for the benefit of a
\nwitness Soul that is lost in himself, mute, uncaring for the
\nmeaningless show before his eyes, watching the odd procession pass by
\nlike one who waits for a sure end.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>World
\nthat is from a World that would be<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nsaw a world that is from a world to be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nhe divined rather than saw or felt,
Far off upon the rim of
\nconsciousness,
Transient and frail this little whirling globe
\n
And on it left like a lost dream\u2019s vain mould,
A fragile
\ncopy of the spirit\u2019s shell,
His body gathered into mystic
\nsleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nforeign shape it seemed, a mythic shade. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy watches
\nthe present world below from the ideal world in which he is standing.
\nFrom there he perceives this frail and passing globe rotating on the
\ndistant rim of the Spirit’s Consciousness, and on it, like a
\nmould-impression of some Dream gone by, or a slender copy of a shell
\nof the Spirit, appears his own physical body tranced into deep sleep,
\nwith a shape that looks foreign, an unsubstantial shade of his self,
\nas it were.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Memory
\nClimbs Up<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlien
\nnow seemed that dim far universe,
Self and eternity alone were
\ntrue. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nmemory climbed to him from the striving planes
Bringing a cry
\nfrom once-loved cherished things,
And to the cry as to its own
\nlost call
A ray replied from the occult Supreme. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThat far universe
\nnow appears foreign to Aswapathy. To him the Self and the Eternity
\nalone are felt as true.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut soon the memory
\nof the labouring planes below comes up to him and there rings a cry
\nfrom things which he had cherished and loved before. And to this cry
\na ray of the Supreme replies as if the cry were its own voice that
\nhad been lost.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Oneness
\nDwells in Matter’s Multitude<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\neven there the boundless Oneness dwells. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nits own sight unrecognisable,
It lived still sunk in its own
\ntenebrous seas,
Upholding the world\u2019s inconscient unity
Hidden
\nin Matter\u2019s insentient multitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThat is so because
\nthis infinite One is not only here above but also there below in the
\nmaterial world. It lies submerged in its own obscure waters of being,
\nupbearing the inconscient Unity of the world, concealed in the
\ninsentient multiplicity of Matter. It is hardly recognisable to its
\nown sight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThis
\nseed-self sown in the Indeterminate
Forfeits its glory of
\ndivinity,
Concealing the omnipotence of its Force,
Concealing
\nthe omniscience of its Soul; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe One Spirit casts
\nitself as a seed in the Indeterminate Creation and in the process its
\ninnate glory of divinity is lost to view. Its omni-presence is
\nconcealed; so too its Omniscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Ransom
\nof Night<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nagent of its own transcendent Will,
It merges knowledge in the
\ninconscient deep;
Accepting error, sorrow, death and pain,
It
\npays the ransom of the ignorant Night,
Redeeming by its substance
\nNature\u2019s fall. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis delegate of the
\nSupreme Will hides its knowledge in the depths of the inconscient.
\nAnd to rescue its Nature from its imprisonment in the Night of
\nNescience, it offers itself\u2014its very substance\u2014in a holocaust and
\naccepts to undergo error, sorrow, pain and death in order to work
\nitself out of that Night of Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nHimself
\nhe knew and why his soul had gone
Into earth\u2019s passionate
\nobscurity
To share the labour of an errant Power
Which by
\ndivision hopes to find the One. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow Aswapathy
\nrealises what he really is, why his soul had adventured into the
\nearth’s obscurity, howit had chosen to work with an erring Power
\nwhich had hoped to discover the One through endless division.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Two
\nBeings<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTwo
\nbeings he was, one wide and free above,
One struggling, bound,
\nintense, its portion here. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntie between them still could bridge two worlds;
There was a dim
\nresponse, a distant breath;
All had not ceased in the unbounded
\nhush. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy clearly
\nsees that he is really two beings at the same time, one wide and free
\non the heights, the other below struggling, bound, violent, and yet a
\nportion of the former. A conscious joining of the two can serve to
\nbridge the two worlds the bounded and the free. Even as it is, the
\nhigher responds\u2014however imperceptibly and distantly to the lower.
\nAll is not completely silent in that stillness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>His
\nHeart Turns to Far-Off Fount<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nheart lay somewhere conscious and alone
Far down below him like a
\nlamp in night;
Abandoned it lay, alone, imperishable,
Immobile
\nwith excess of passionate will,
His living, sacrificed and
\noffered heart
Absorbed in adoration mystical,
Turned to its
\nfar-off fount of light and love. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe perceives his
\nheart lying far below him, alone and awake like a lamp in darkness.
\nAbandoned and yet imperishable, unmoving even in its excessive
\nintensity, vibrant in consecration, absorbed in adoration of the
\nSupreme, his heart turns to its distant Source of light and love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Its
\nMute Appeal<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe luminous stillness of its mute appeal
It looked up to the
\nheights it could not see;
It yearned from the longing depths it
\ncould not leave. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis heart,
\nluminously still in its dumb appeal, looks up to the summits that it
\nis unable to see; it yearns from the dinging depths which it cannot
\nabandon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Heart
\nTurns to Her<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe centre of its vast and fateful trance
Half way between his
\nfree and fallen selves,
Interceding twixt God\u2019s day and the
\nmortal\u2019s night,
Accepting worship as its single law,
Accepting
\nbliss as the sole cause of things,
Refusing the austere joy which
\nnone can share,
Refusing the calm that lives for calm alone,
To
\nher it turned for whom it willed to be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis heart in its
\nmomentous trance lies between his two beings\u2014the one free and the
\nother bound; it bridges the night of obscurity in which man is lost
\nand the bright day of the Spirit; its sole law is worship of the
\nDivine; it perceives that Bliss is the origin of things and refuses
\nto partake of the joy that is denied to all; it refuses the calm that
\nexists for itself and cannot be joined to life. It turns to the
\nDivine Mother, the sole object of its will to live.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Rapt
\nin Dream<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe passion of its solitary dream
It lay like a closed soundless
\noratory
Where sleeps a consecrated argent floor
Lit by a
\nsingle and untrembling ray
And an invisible Presence kneels in
\nprayer. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis heart is lost in
\nthe intensity of its dreaming like an invisible Presence rapt in
\nprayer in some silent chapel.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fiery
\nPoint of Call<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nsome deep breast of liberating peace
All else was satisfied with
\nquietude;
This only knew there was a truth beyond. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nother parts were dumb in centred sleep
Consenting to the slow
\ndeliberate Power
Which tolerates the world\u2019s error and its
\ngrief,
Consenting to the cosmic long delay,
Timelessly
\nwaiting through the patient years
Her coming they had asked for
\nearth and men;
This was the fiery point that called her now. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn that altitude of
\nliberating Peace all else is content, only his heart knows and seeks
\nfor the truth above. All other parts of the being lie quiet in their
\ngathered sleep having yielded themselves to the slow purposive Power
\nof Nature which accepts as a temporary plan the error and grief of
\nthe world, and waits patiently for the advent of the Divine Mother
\nfor the redemption of earth and men. Only his heart is aflame with
\nits call to the Mother to come here and now.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fire
\nGrows<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nExtinction
\ncould not quench that lonely fire;
Its seeing filled the blank of
\nmind and will;
Thought dead, its changeless force abode and grew.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis solitary fire
\nis unquenchable. Its vision fills both the mind and the will which
\nhave become blank. Thought is no more. But the unchanging force of
\nthis fire abides and increases.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nArmed
\nwith the intuition of a bliss
To which some moved tranquillity
\nwas the key,
It persevered through life\u2019s huge emptiness
Amid
\nthe blank denials of the world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis flaming call
\nhas an unmistakable perception of a bliss attainable by the moving
\ntranquillity of the Spirit and hence, through all the emptiness of
\nlife, through all the negations of the world, it persists and pursues
\nits object.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Waits
\nfor the Word<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nsent its voiceless prayer to the Unknown;
It listened for the
\nfootsteps of its hopes
Returning through the void immensities,
\n
It waited for the fiat of the Word
That comes through the
\nstill self from the Supreme. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis calling heart
\nsends up its mute prayer to the Unknown. It watches its hopes coming
\nback unfulfilled through the blank vasts, yet it waits for the decree
\nof the Word of the Supreme that arrives from above through the
\nstillness of the self.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n



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