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\n\t\t\tCanto Five <\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Finding of the Soul<\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

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\nO<\/font>NWARD<\/b> she passed seeking the soul’s mystic cave.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt first she stepped into a night of God.<\/p>\n

The light was quenched that helps the labouring world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe power that struggles and stumbles in our life;<\/p>\n

This inefficient mind gave up its thoughts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe striving heart its unavailing hopes.<\/p>\n

All knowledge failed and the Idea’s forms<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Wisdom screened in awe her lowly head<\/p>\n

Feeling a Truth too great for thought or speech,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFormless, ineffable, for ever the same.<\/p>\n

An innocent and holy Ignorance<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAdored like one who worships formless God<\/p>\n

The unseen Light she could not claim nor own.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a simple purity of emptiness<\/p>\n

Her mind knelt down before the unknowable.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was abolished save her naked self<\/p>\n

And the prostrate yearning of her surrendered heart:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere was no strength in her, no pride of force;<\/p>\n

The lofty burning of desire had sunk<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAshamed, a vanity of separate self,<\/p>\n

The hope of spiritual greatness fled,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSalvation she asked not nor a heavenly crown:<\/p>\n

Humility seemed now too proud a state.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer self was nothing, God alone was all,<\/p>\n

Yet God she knew not but only knew he was.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sacred darkness brooded now within,<\/p>\n

The world was a deep darkness great and nude.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis void held more than all the teeming worlds,<\/p>\n

This blank felt more than all that Time has borne,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis dark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown.<\/p>\n

But all was formless, voiceless, infinite.<\/p>\n

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As might a shadow walk in a shadowy scene,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA small nought passing through a mightier Nought,<\/p>\n

A night of person in a bare outline<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCrossing a fathomless impersonal Night,<\/p>\n

Silent she moved, empty and absolute.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn endless Time her soul reached a wide end,<\/p>\n

The spaceless Vast became her spirit’s place.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt last a change approached, the emptiness broke;<\/p>\n

A wave rippled within, the world had stirred;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnce more her inner self became her space.<\/p>\n

There was felt a blissful nearness to the goal;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeaven leaned low to kiss the sacred hill,<\/p>\n

The air trembled with passion and delight.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA rose of splendour on a tree of dreams,<\/p>\n

The face of Dawn out of mooned twilight grew.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDay came, priest of a sacrifice of joy<\/p>\n

Into the worshipping silence of her world;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe carried immortal lustre as his robe,<\/p>\n

Trailed heaven like a purple scarf and wore<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs his vermilion caste-mark a red sun.<\/p>\n

As if an old remembered dream come true,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe recognised in her prophetic mind<\/p>\n

The imperishable lustre of that sky,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe tremulous sweetness of that happy air<\/p>\n

And, covered from mind’s view and life’s approach,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe mystic cavern in the sacred hill<\/p>\n

And knew the dwelling of her secret soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if in some Elysian occult depth,<\/p>\n

Truth’s last retreat from thought’s profaning touch,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if in a rock-temple’s solitude hid,<\/p>\n

God’s refuge from an ignorant worshipping world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt lay withdrawn even from life’s inner sense,<\/p>\n

Receding from the entangled heart’s desire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA marvellous brooding twilight met the eyes<\/p>\n

And a holy stillness held that voiceless space.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn awful dimness wrapped the great rock-doors<\/p>\n

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Carved in the massive stone of Matter’s trance.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTwo golden serpents round the lintel curled,<\/p>\n

Enveloping it with their pure and dreadful strength,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLooked out with wisdom’s deep and luminous eyes.<\/p>\n

An eagle covered it with wide conquering wings:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlames of self-lost immobile reverie,<\/p>\n

Doves crowded the grey musing cornices<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike sculptured postures of white-bosomed peace.<\/p>\n

Across the threshold’s sleep she entered in<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd found herself amid great figures of gods<\/p>\n

Conscious in stone and living without breath,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWatching with fixed regard the soul of man,<\/p>\n

Executive figures of the cosmic self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWorld-symbols of immutable potency.<\/p>\n

On the walls covered with significant shapes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLooked at her the life-scene of man and beast<\/p>\n

And the high meaning of the life of gods,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe power and necessity of these numberless worlds,<\/p>\n

And faces of beings and stretches of world-space<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpoke the succinct and inexhaustible<\/p>\n

Hieratic message of the climbing planes.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn their immensitude signing infinity<\/p>\n

They were the extension of the self of God<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd housed, impassively receiving all,<\/p>\n

His figures and his small and mighty acts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd his passion and his birth and life and death<\/p>\n

And his return to immortality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the abiding and eternal is their climb,<\/p>\n

To the pure existence everywhere the same,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the sheer consciousness and the absolute force<\/p>\n

And the unimaginable and formless bliss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the mirth in Time and the timeless mystery<\/p>\n

Of the triune being who is all and one<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd yet is no one but himself apart.<\/p>\n

There was no step of breathing men, no sound,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly the living nearness of the soul.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tYet all the worlds and God himself were there,<\/p>\n

For every symbol was a reality<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd brought the presence which had given it life.<\/p>\n

All this she saw and inly felt and knew<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot by some thought of mind but by the self.<\/p>\n

A light not born of sun or moon or fire,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA light that dwelt within and saw within<\/p>\n

Shedding an intimate visibility<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMade secrecy more revealing than the word:<\/p>\n

Our sight and sense are a fallible gaze and touch<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd only the spirit’s vision is wholly true.<\/p>\n

As thus she passed in that mysterious place<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrough room and room, through door and rock-hewn door,<\/p>\n

She felt herself made one with all she saw.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sealed identity within her woke;<\/p>\n

She knew herself the Beloved of the Supreme:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese Gods and Goddesses were he and she:<\/p>\n

The Mother was she of Beauty and Delight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Word in Brahma’s vast creating clasp,<\/p>\n

The World-Puissance on almighty Shiva's lap, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Master and the Mother of all lives<\/p>\n

Watching the worlds their twin regard had made,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Krishna and Radha for ever entwined in bliss,<\/p>\n

The Adorer and Adored self-lost and one.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the last chamber on a golden seat<\/p>\n

One sat whose shape no vision could define;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly one felt the world’s unattainable fount,<\/p>\n

A Power of which she was a straying Force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn invisible Beauty, goal of the world’s desire,<\/p>\n

A Sun of which all knowledge is a beam,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Greatness without whom no life could be.<\/p>\n

Thence all departed into silent self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd all became formless and pure and bare.<\/p>\n

Then through a tunnel dug in the last rock<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe came out where there shone a deathless sun.<\/p>\n

A house was there all made of flame and light<\/p>\n

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And crossing a wall of doorless living fire<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere suddenly she met her secret soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA being stood immortal in transience,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDeathless dallying with momentary things,<\/p>\n

In whose wide eyes of tranquil happiness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhich pity and sorrow could not abrogate<\/p>\n

Infinity turned its gaze on finite shapes:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tObserver of the silent steps of the hours,<\/p>\n

Eternity upheld the minute’s acts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the passing scenes of the Everlasting’s play.<\/p>\n

In the mystery of its selecting will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the Divine Comedy a participant,<\/p>\n

The Spirit’s conscious representative,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGod’s delegate in our humanity,<\/p>\n

Comrade of the universe, the Transcendent’s ray,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe had come into the mortal body’s room<\/p>\n

To play at ball with Time and Circumstance.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA joy in the world her master movement here,<\/p>\n

The passion of the game lighted her eyes:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA smile on her lips welcomed earth’s bliss and grief,<\/p>\n

A laugh was her return to pleasure and pain.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll things she saw as a masquerade of Truth<\/p>\n

Disguised in the costumes of Ignorance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCrossing the years to immortality;<\/p>\n

All she could front with the strong spirit’s peace.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut since she knows the toil of mind and life<\/p>\n

As a mother feels and shares her children’s lives,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe puts forth a small portion of herself,<\/p>\n

A being no bigger than the thumb of man<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto a hidden region of the heart<\/p>\n

To face the pang and to forget the bliss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo share the suffering and endure earth’s wounds<\/p>\n

And labour mid the labour of the stars.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis in us laughs and weeps, suffers the stroke,<\/p>\n

Exults in victory, struggles for the crown;<\/p>\n

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Identified with the mind and body and life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt takes on itself their anguish and defeat,<\/p>\n

Bleeds with Fate’s whips and hangs upon the cross,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet is the unwounded and immortal self<\/p>\n

Supporting the actor in the human scene.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrough this she sends us her glory and her powers,<\/p>\n

Pushes to wisdom’s heights, through misery’s gulfs;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe gives us strength to do our daily task<\/p>\n

And sympathy that partakes of others’ grief<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the little strength we have to help our race,<\/p>\n

We who must fill the role of the universe<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tActing itself out in a slight human shape<\/p>\n

And on our shoulders carry the struggling world.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis is in us the godhead small and marred;<\/p>\n

In this human portion of divinity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe seats the greatness of the Soul in Time<\/p>\n

To uplift from light to light, from power to power,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill on a heavenly peak it stands, a king.<\/p>\n

In body weak, in its heart an invincible might,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt climbs stumbling, held up by an unseen hand,<\/p>\n

A toiling spirit in a mortal shape.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere in this chamber of flame and light they met;<\/p>\n

They looked upon each other, knew themselves,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe secret deity and its human part,<\/p>\n

The calm immortal and the struggling soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen with a magic transformation’s speed<\/p>\n

They rushed into each other and grew one.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnce more she was human upon earthly soil<\/p>\n

In the muttering night amid the rain-swept woods<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the rude cottage where she sat in trance:<\/p>\n

That subtle world withdrew deeply within<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBehind the sun-veil of the inner sight.<\/p>\n

But now the half-opened lotus bud of her heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHad bloomed and stood disclosed to the earthly ray;<\/p>\n

In an image shone revealed her secret soul.<\/p>\n

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There was no wall severing the soul and mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo mystic fence guarding from the claims of life.<\/p>\n

In its deep lotus home her being sat<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if on concentration’s marble seat,<\/p>\n

Calling the mighty Mother of the worlds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo make this earthly tenement her house.<\/p>\n

As in a flash from a supernal light,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA living image of the original Power,<\/p>\n

A face, a form came down into her heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd made of it its temple and pure abode.<\/p>\n

But when its feet had touched the quivering bloom,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mighty movement rocked the inner space<\/p>\n

As if a world were shaken and found its soul:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of the Inconscient’s soulless mindless night<\/p>\n

A flaming Serpent rose released from sleep.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt rose billowing its coils and stood erect<\/p>\n

And climbing mightily, stormily on its way<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt touched her centres with its flaming mouth;<\/p>\n

As if a fiery kiss had broken their sleep,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey bloomed and laughed surcharged with light and bliss.<\/p>\n

Then at the crown it joined the Eternal’s space.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the flower of the head, in the flower of Matter’s base,<\/p>\n

In each divine stronghold and Nature-knot<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt held together the mystic stream which joins<\/p>\n

The viewless summits with the unseen depths,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe string of forts that make the frail defence<\/p>\n

Safeguarding us against the enormous world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur lines of self-expression in its Vast.<\/p>\n

An image sat of the original Power<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWearing the mighty Mother’s form and face.<\/p>\n

Armed, bearer of the weapon and the sign<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhose occult might no magic can imitate,<\/p>\n

Manifold yet one she sat, a guardian force:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA saviour gesture stretched her lifted arm,<\/p>\n

And symbol of some native cosmic strength,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sacred beast lay prone below her feet,<\/p>\n

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A silent flame-eyed mass of living force.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll underwent a high celestial change:<\/p>\n

Breaking the black Inconscient’s blind mute wall,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEffacing the circles of the Ignorance,<\/p>\n

Powers and divinities burst flaming forth;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach part of the being trembling with delight<\/p>\n

Lay overwhelmed with tides of happiness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd saw her hand in every circumstance<\/p>\n

And felt her touch in every limb and cell.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the country of the lotus of the head<\/p>\n

Which thinking mind has made its busy space,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the castle of the lotus twixt the brows<\/p>\n

Whence it shoots the arrows of its sight and will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the passage of the lotus of the throat<\/p>\n

Where speech must rise and the expressing mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the heart’s impulse run towards word and act,<\/p>\n

A glad uplift and a new working came.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe immortal’s thoughts displaced our bounded view,<\/p>\n

The immortal’s thoughts earth’s drab idea and sense;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll things now bore a deeper heavenlier sense.<\/p>\n

A glad clear harmony marked their truth’s outline,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReset the balance and measures of the world.<\/p>\n

Each shape showed its occult design, unveiled<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGod’s meaning in it for which it was made<\/p>\n

And the vivid splendour of his artist thought.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA channel of the mighty Mother’s choice,<\/p>\n

The immortal’s will took into its calm control<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur blind or erring government of life;<\/p>\n

A loose republic once of wants and needs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen bowed to the uncertain sovereign mind,<\/p>\n

Life now obeyed to a diviner rule<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd every act became an act of God.<\/p>\n

In the kingdom of the lotus of the heart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLove chanting its pure hymeneal hymn<\/p>\n

Made life and body mirrors of sacred joy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd all the emotions gave themselves to God.<\/p>\n

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In the navel lotus’ broad imperial range<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts proud ambitions and its master lusts<\/p>\n

Were tamed into instruments of a great calm sway<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo do a work of God on earthly soil.<\/p>\n

In the narrow nether centre’s petty parts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts childish game of daily dwarf desires<\/p>\n

Was changed into a sweet and boisterous play,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA romp of little gods with life in Time.<\/p>\n

In the deep place where once the Serpent slept,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere came a grip on Matter’s giant powers<\/p>\n

For large utilities in life’s little space;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA firm ground was made for Heaven’s descending might.<\/p>\n

Behind all reigned her sovereign deathless soul:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCasting aside its veil of Ignorance,<\/p>\n

Allied to gods and cosmic beings and powers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt built the harmony of its human state;<\/p>\n

Surrendered into the great World-Mother’s hands<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly she obeyed her sole supreme behest<\/p>\n

In the enigma of the Inconscient’s world.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA secret soul behind supporting all<\/p>\n

Is master and witness of our ignorant life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAdmits the Person’s look and Nature’s role.<\/p>\n

But once the hidden doors are flung apart<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen the veiled king steps out in Nature’s front;<\/p>\n

A Light comes down into the Ignorance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts heavy painful knot loosens its grasp:<\/p>\n

The mind becomes a mastered instrument<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd life a hue and figure of the soul.<\/p>\n

All happily grows towards knowledge and towards bliss.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA divine Puissance then takes Nature’s place<\/p>\n

And pushes the movements of our body and mind;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPossessor of our passionate hopes and dreams,<\/p>\n

The beloved despot of our thoughts and acts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe streams into us with her unbound force,<\/p>\n

Into mortal limbs the Immortal’s rapture and power.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn inner law of beauty shapes our lives;<\/p>\n

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Our words become the natural speech of Truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach thought is a ripple on a sea of Light.<\/p>\n

Then sin and virtue leave the cosmic lists;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey struggle no more in our delivered hearts:<\/p>\n

Our acts chime with God’s simple natural good<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr serve the rule of a supernal Right.<\/p>\n

All moods unlovely, evil and untrue<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tForsake their stations in fierce disarray<\/p>\n

And hide their shame in the subconscient’s dusk.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen lifts the mind a cry of victory:<\/p>\n

“O soul, my soul, we have created Heaven,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWithin we have found the kingdom here of God,<\/p>\n

His fortress built in a loud ignorant world.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur life is entrenched between two rivers of Light,<\/p>\n

We have turned space into a gulf of peace<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd made the body a Capitol of bliss.<\/p>\n

What more, what more, if more must still be done?”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the slow process of the evolving spirit,<\/p>\n

In the brief stade between a death and birth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA first perfection’s stage is reached at last;<\/p>\n

Out of the wood and stone of our nature’s stuff<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA temple is shaped where the high gods could live.<\/p>\n

Even if the struggling world is left outside<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne man’s perfection still can save the world.<\/p>\n

There is won a new proximity to the skies,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA first betrothal of the Earth to Heaven,<\/p>\n

A deep concordat between Truth and Life:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA camp of God is pitched in human time.<\/p>\n

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