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\n
\nSONNETS<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\n
\n
\nUndated
\nSonnets<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

<\/span> <\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n\n\n
\n

 <\/td>\n

\n

\n
\n    Transformation<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/b> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n     
\n   My
\nbreath runs in a subtle rhythmic stream;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>It fills my members with a might divine:<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>I have drunk the Infinite like a giant\u2019s wine.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Time
\nis my drama or my pageant dream.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Now
\nare my illumined cells joy\u2019s flaming scheme<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>And changed my thrilled and branching nerves to fine<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Channels of rapture opal and Hyaline<\/p>\n

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For
\nthe influx of the Unknown and the Supreme.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

I
\nam no more a vassal of the flesh,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A slave to Nature and her leaden rule;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

I
\nam caught no more in the senses\u2019 narrow mesh.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

My
\nsoul unhorizoned widens to measureless sight,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>My body is God\u2019s happy living tool,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

My
\nspirit a vast sun of deathless light.
\n <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

                                  <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n  
\n <\/a><\/font><\/span>Nirvana<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

<\/span>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/a>\n<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

All
\nis abolished but the mute Alone.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>The mind from thought released, the heart from grief<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Grow inexistent now beyond belief;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

There
\nis no I, no Nature, known-unknown.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\ncity, a shadow picture without tone,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Floats, quivers unreal; forms without relief<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Flow, a cinema\u2019s vacant shapes; like a reef<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Foundering
\nin shoreless gulfs the world is done.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Only
\nthe illimitable Permanent<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Is here. A Peace stupendous, featureless, still,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

                 
\n<\/span>Replaces all, – what once was I, in It<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nsilent unnamed emptiness content<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Either .to fade in the Unknowable<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Or thrill with the luminous seas of the Infinite.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n Page-161<\/font>  <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n
\n     The
\nOther Earths<\/a><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

An
\nirised multitude of hills and seas,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>And glint of brooks in the green wilderness,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

And
\ntrackless stars, and miracled symphonies<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Of hues that float in ethers shadowless,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\ndance of fire-flies in the fretted gloom,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>In a pale midnight the moon\u2019s silver flare,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Fire-importunities
\nof scarlet bloom<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>And bright suddenness of wings in a golden air,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Strange
\nbird and animal forms like memories cast<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>On the rapt silence of unearthly woods,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Calm
\nfaces of the gods on backgrounds vast<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Bringing the marvel of the infinitudes,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Through
\nglimmering veils of wonder and delight<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

World
\nafter world bursts on the awakened sight.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

  
\n                                             <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n      <\/font><\/b><\/span>Contrasts<\/a><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

What
\nopposites are here! A trivial life<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Specks the huge dream of Death called Matter; intense<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>In its struggle of weakness towards omnipotence,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nthinking mind starts from the unthinking strife<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

In
\nthe order of the electric elements.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Immortal life breathed in that monstrous death,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A mystery of Knowledge wore as sheath<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Matter\u2019s
\nmute nescience. Its enveloped sense<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Or
\ndumb somnambulist will obscurely reigns.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Driving the atoms in their cosmic course<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Whose huge unhearing movement serves perforce<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\nworks of a strange blind omniscience.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\nworld\u2019s deep contrasts are but figures spun<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Draping
\nthe unanimity of the One.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n Page-162<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n
\n  
\nMan,
\nthe Thinking Animal<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/font><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\ntrifling unit in a boundless plan<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Amidst the enormous insignificance<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Of the unpeopled cosmos\u2019 fire-whirl dance,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Earth,
\nas by accident, engendered man:<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\ncreature of his own grey ignorance,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A mind half-shadow and half-gleam, a breath.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>That wrestles, captive in a world of death,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

To
\nlive some lame brief years. Yet his advance,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Attempt
\nof a divinity within,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A consciousness in the inconscient Night,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>To realise its own supernal Light<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Confronts
\nthe ruthless forces of the Unseen.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Aspiring
\nto godhead from insensible clay<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

He
\ntravels slow-footed towards the eternal day.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span> <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n   
\nThe
\nDumb Inconscient<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/font><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\ndumb Inconscient drew life\u2019s stumbling maze;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A night of all things, packed and infinite,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

It
\nmade our consciousness a torch that plays<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Between the abyss1<\/sup>  and a
\nsupernal Light;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

         It
\nframed2<\/sup> our mind a lens
\nof segment sight,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Piecing out inch by inch the world\u2019s huge mass,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

And
\nreason a small hard theodolite<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Measuring unreally the measureless ways.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet
\nis the dark Inconscient whence come all,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>The self-same Power that shines on high unwon;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Our
\nnight shall be a sky purpureal,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>The torch transmute to a vast godhead\u2019s sun.<\/p>\n

Man is a narrow bridge, a call that grows,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

His
\nsoul the dim bud of God\u2019s flaming rose.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n1 <\/sup>
\nits night<\/span>  2 <\/sup>
\n made<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n Page-163 <\/span><\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n
\n   
\nThe
\nInfinitesimal Infinite<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/font><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Out
\nof a still Immensity all came!<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>These million universes were to it<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\nPoor light-bubbles of a trivial game,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

It
\ncould not find its soul in all that vast:<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>It drew itself into, a little speck<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Infinitesimal,
\nignobly cast,<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Out of earth\u2019s mud
\nand slime strangely awake, –<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\ntiny plasm on a little globe<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>In the small, system of a dwarflike sun,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nlittle life wearing the flesh for robe,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A little mind winged through wide space to run!<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

It
\nlived, it knew, it saw its self sublime,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Deathless,
\noutmeasuring Space, outlasting Time.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

  <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n   
\nEvolution<\/a><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/font><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

All
\nis not finished in the Unseen\u2019s decree!<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A mind beyond our mind demands our ken;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nlife of unimagined harmony<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Awaits, concealed, the grasp of unborn men.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\ncrude beginnings of the lifeless earth<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>And mindless stirrings of the plant and tree<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Prepared
\nour thought; thought for a godlike birth<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Broadens the mould of our mortality.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nmight no human will or force could gain,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A knowledge seated in eternity,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\njoy1<\/sup>
\nbeyond our struggle and our pain<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Is this earth-hampered creature\u2019s destiny.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

O
\nThou who climbedst to mind from the dull stone,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Turn
\nto the mirac1ed summits yet unwon.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n1 <\/sup>bliss<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n Page-164 <\/span><\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n
\n  
\nThe
\nOne Self<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/font><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

All
\nare deceived, do what the One Power dictates,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Yet each thinks his own will his nature moves;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\nhater knows not \u2019tis himself he hates,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>The lover knows not ’tis himself he 1oves.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

In
\nall is one being many bodies bear,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>There Krishna flutes upon the forest mood,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

There
\nShiva sits ash-smeared, with matted hair.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>But Shiva and Krishna are the single God.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

In
\nus too Krishna seeks for love and joy,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>In us too Shiva struggles with the world\u2019s grief.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

One
\nSelf in all of us endures annoy,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Cries in his pain and asks his fate\u2019s relief.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

My
\nrival\u2019s downfall is my own disgrace,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

I
\nlook on my enemy and see Krishna\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span> <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n   
\nOur
\ngodhead calls us<\/a><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/font><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Our
\ngodhead calls us in unrealised things.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Asleep in the wide fields of destiny,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nworld guarded by Silence\u2019 rustling wings<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Sheltered their fine impossibility.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

But
\npart, but quiver the cerulean gates,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Close splendours look into our dreaming eyes,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

We
\nbear proud deities and magnificent fates;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Faces and hands come near from Paradise.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

What
\nshone thus far above is here in us;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Bliss unattained our future\u2019s birthright is;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Beauty
\nof our dim soul is amorous;<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>We are the heirs of infinite widenesses.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\nimpossible is the hint of what shall be,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Mortal
\nthe door to immortality.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n Page-165<\/font><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n  
\n Discoveries
\nof Science  <\/span>I<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/span><\/h2>\n

  <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Only
\nby electric hordes your1<\/sup> world is run?<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>But they are motes and spark-whirls of a Light,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nFire of which your nebula and your sun<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Are glints and flame-drops scattered eremite.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Veiled2<\/sup>  by the
\nunseen Light act other Powers,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>An Air of endless movement unbegun<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Expanding
\nand contracting in Time-hours,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>And the intangible ether of the One.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

These
\nsurface findings<\/span> –
\nscreen-phenomenon \u20133<\/sup> <\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Are Nature\u2019s offered reasons but behind<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Her
\noccult mysteries lurk safe unknown<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>To the crude handling of the empiric Mind.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

All
\nyet4<\/sup> discovered are
\nbut mire and trace<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Of
\nthe eternal Energy in her race.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n1 <\/sup>
\nthe<\/span>    2 <\/sup>
\nAnd veiled <\/span>   3 <\/sup>
\nThese things, a front, a screen-phenomenon<\/span>   4 <\/sup>Your
\ntruths<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n  Page-166<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n
\nDiscoveries
\nof Science   <\/span>II<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/font><\/h2>\n

  <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

How
\nshall ascending nature near her goal? 1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Not through man\u2019s stumbling tardy intellect<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Patient all forms and powers 2<\/sup>
\nto dissect<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

But
\nby the surer vision of his soul.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

  <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

An
\nalgebra of mind, a scheme of sense,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A symbol language without depth or wings,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A power to handle deftly outward things<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Are
\nour scant earnings3<\/sup>
\nof intelligence.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

  <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\nTruth 4 <\/sup>is greater and asks5<\/sup> deeper ways.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>A sense that gathers all in its own being,6<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

                 
\n<\/span>A close and luminous touch,7<\/sup>
\nan intimate seeing,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nThought flung free from the words’ daedal maze,8<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\ntranquil heart in sympathy with all,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

A
\nwill one-pointed, wide, imperial.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n1 <\/sup>How
\nshall earth\u2019s evolution find its goal?<\/font><\/span>   2 
\n<\/sup>Godheads<\/font><\/span>   
\n3  <\/sup>Is
\nour poor booty<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

\n4<\/sup> Our
\nSpirit \/ The Soul.<\/span>    <\/font>5 <\/font>
\n<\/sup>has<\/font><\/span>    
\n<\/font>6 <\/font><\/sup>
\n <\/span>into
\nour being,<\/span>   <\/font>7 <\/sup>A
\nluminous touch direct<\/span>,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n8  <\/sup>A Thought that
\nis a god\u2019s all-seeing gaze,<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n Page-167 <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nDiscoveries of Science III<\/a><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Our
\nscience is an abstract cold and, brief<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>That cuts in formulas the living whole.<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>It has a brain and head but not a soul:<\/p>\n

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It
\nsees all things in outward carved relief.<\/p>\n

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But
\nhow without its depths can the world be known?<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>The visible has its roots in the unseen<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>And each invisible hides what it can mean<\/p>\n

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In
\na yet deeper invisible, unshown.<\/p>\n

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The
\nobjects that you probe are not their form.<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Each is a mass of forces thrown in shape.<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>The forces caught, their inner-lines escape<\/p>\n

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In
\na fathomless consciousness beyond mind\u2019s norm.<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Probe it and you shall meet a Being1<\/sup>
\nstill<\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Infinite, nameless, mute, unknowable.<\/p>\n

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\n1 <\/sup>
\nabysses<\/span><\/p>\n

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