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\n\t\t\tThe Kingdoms of the Little Life<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nA <\/font>QUIVERING<\/b> trepidant uncertain world<\/p>\n

Born from that dolorous meeting and eclipse<\/p>\n

Appeared in the emptiness where her feet had trod,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA quick obscurity, a seeking stir.<\/p>\n

There was a writhing of half-conscious force<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHardly awakened from the Inconscient’s sleep,<\/p>\n

Tied to an instinct-driven Ignorance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo find itself and find its hold on things.<\/p>\n

Inheritor of poverty and loss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAssailed by memories that fled when seized,<\/p>\n

Haunted by a forgotten uplifting hope,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt strove with a blindness as of groping hands<\/p>\n

To fill the aching and disastrous gap<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBetween earth-pain and the bliss from which Life fell.<\/p>\n

A world that ever seeks for something missed,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHunts for the joy that earth has failed to keep.<\/p>\n

Too near to our gates its unappeased unrest<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor peace to live on the inert solid globe:<\/p>\n

It has joined its hunger to the hunger of earth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt has given the law of craving to our lives,<\/p>\n

It has made our spirit’s need a fathomless gulf.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn Influence entered mortal night and day,<\/p>\n

A shadow overcast the time-born race;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the troubled stream where leaps a blind heart-pulse<\/p>\n

And the nerve-beat of feeling wakes in sense<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDividing Matter’s sleep from conscious Mind,<\/p>\n

There strayed a call that knew not why it came.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Power beyond earth’s scope has touched the earth;<\/p>\n

The repose that might have been can be no more;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA formless yearning passions in man’s heart,<\/p>\n

A cry is in his blood for happier things:<\/p>\n

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Else could he roam on a free sunlit soil<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith the childlike pain-forgetting mind of beasts<\/p>\n

Or live happy, unmoved, like flowers and trees.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Might that came upon the earth to bless,<\/p>\n

Has stayed on earth to suffer and aspire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe infant laugh that rang through time is hushed:<\/p>\n

Man’s natural joy of life is overcast<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd sorrow is his nurse of destiny.<\/p>\n

The animal’s thoughtless joy is left behind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCare and reflection burden his daily walk;<\/p>\n

He has risen to greatness and to discontent,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe is awake to the Invisible.<\/p>\n

Insatiate seeker, he has all to learn:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe has exhausted now life’s surface acts,<\/p>\n

His being’s hidden realms remain to explore.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe becomes a mind, he becomes a spirit and self;<\/p>\n

In his fragile tenement he grows Nature’s lord.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn him Matter wakes from its long obscure trance,<\/p>\n

In him earth feels the Godhead drawing near.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn eyeless Power that sees no more its aim,<\/p>\n

A restless hungry energy of Will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife cast her seed in the body’s indolent mould;<\/p>\n

It woke from happy torpor a blind Force<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCompelling it to sense and seek and feel.<\/p>\n

In the enormous labour of the Void<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPerturbing with her dreams the vast routine<\/p>\n

And dead roll of a slumbering universe<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe mighty prisoner struggled for release.<\/p>\n

Alive with her yearning woke the inert cell,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the heart she kindled a fire of passion and need,<\/p>\n

Amid the deep calm of inanimate things<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArose her great voice of toil and prayer and strife.<\/p>\n

A groping consciousness in a voiceless world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA guideless sense was given her for her road;<\/p>\n

Thought was withheld and nothing now she knew,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut all the unknown was hers to feel and clasp.<\/p>\n

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Obeying the push of unborn things towards birth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of her seal of insentient life she broke:<\/p>\n

In her substance of unthinking mute soul-strength<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat cannot utter what its depths divine,<\/p>\n

Awoke a blind necessity to know.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe chain that bound her she made her instrument;<\/p>\n

Instinct was hers, the chrysalis of Truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd effort and growth and striving nescience.<\/p>\n

Inflicting on the body desire and hope,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImposing on inconscience consciousness,<\/p>\n

She brought into Matter’s dull tenacity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer anguished claim to her lost sovereign right,<\/p>\n

Her tireless search, her vexed uneasy heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer wandering unsure steps, her cry for change.<\/p>\n

Adorer of a joy without a name,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn her obscure cathedral of delight<\/p>\n

To dim dwarf gods she offers secret rites.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut vain unending is the sacrifice,<\/p>\n

The priest an ignorant mage who only makes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFutile mutations in the altar’s plan<\/p>\n

And casts blind hopes into a powerless flame.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA burden of transient gains weighs down her steps<\/p>\n

And hardly under that load can she advance;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut the hours cry to her, she travels on<\/p>\n

Passing from thought to thought, from want to want;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer greatest progress is a deepened need.<\/p>\n

Matter dissatisfies, she turns to Mind;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe conquers earth, her field, then claims the heavens.<\/p>\n

Insensible, breaking the work she has done<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe stumbling ages over her labour pass,<\/p>\n

But still no great transforming light came down<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd no revealing rapture touched her fall.<\/p>\n

Only a glimmer sometimes splits mind’s sky<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tJustifying the ambiguous providence<\/p>\n

That makes of night a path to unknown dawns<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr a dark clue to some diviner state.<\/p>\n

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In Nescience began her mighty task,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn Ignorance she pursues the unfinished work,<\/p>\n

For knowledge gropes, but meets not Wisdom’s face.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAscending slowly with unconscious steps,<\/p>\n

A foundling of the Gods she wanders here<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike a child-soul left near the gates of Hell<\/p>\n

Fumbling through fog in search of Paradise.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tIn this slow ascension he must follow her pace<\/p>\n

Even from her faint and dim subconscious start:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo only can earth’s last salvation come.<\/p>\n

For so only could he know the obscure cause<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf all that holds us back and baffles God<\/p>\n

In the jail-delivery of the imprisoned soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlong swift paths of fall through dangerous gates<\/p>\n

He chanced into a grey obscurity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTeeming with instincts from the mindless gulfs<\/p>\n

That pushed to wear a form and win a place.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife here was intimate with Death and Night<\/p>\n

And ate Death’s food that she might breathe awhile;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe was their inmate and adopted waif.<\/p>\n

Accepting subconscience, in dumb darkness’ reign<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sojourner, she hoped not any more.<\/p>\n

There far away from Truth and luminous thought<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe saw the original seat, the separate birth<\/p>\n

Of the dethroned, deformed and suffering Power.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn unhappy face of falsity made true,<\/p>\n

A contradiction of our divine birth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIndifferent to beauty and to light,<\/p>\n

Parading she flaunted her animal disgrace<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnhelped by camouflage, brutal and bare,<\/p>\n

An authentic image recognised and signed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf her outcast force exiled from heaven and hope,<\/p>\n

Fallen, glorying in the vileness of her state,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe grovel of a strength once half divine,<\/p>\n

The graceless squalor of her beast desires,<\/p>\n

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The staring visage of her ignorance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe naked body of her poverty.<\/p>\n

Here first she crawled out from her cabin of mud<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhere she had lain inconscient, rigid, mute:<\/p>\n

Its narrowness and torpor held her still,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA darkness clung to her uneffaced by Light.<\/p>\n

There neared no touch redeeming from above:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe upward look was alien to her sight,<\/p>\n

Forgotten the fearless godhead of her walk;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRenounced was the glory and felicity,<\/p>\n

The adventure in the dangerous fields of Time:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHardly she availed, wallowing, to bear and live.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA wide unquiet mist of seeking Space,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA rayless region swallowed in vague swathes,<\/p>\n

That seemed, unnamed, unbodied and unhoused,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA swaddled visionless and formless mind,<\/p>\n

Asked for a body to translate its soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts prayer denied, it fumbled after thought.<\/p>\n

As yet not powered to think, hardly to live,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt opened into a weird and pigmy world<\/p>\n

Where this unhappy magic had its source.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn dim confines where Life and Matter meet<\/p>\n

He wandered among things half-seen, half-guessed,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPursued by ungrasped beginnings and lost ends.<\/p>\n

There life was born but died before it could live.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere was no solid ground, no constant drift;<\/p>\n

Only some flame of mindless Will had power.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHimself was dim to himself, half-felt, obscure,<\/p>\n

As if in a struggle of the Void to be.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn strange domains where all was living sense<\/p>\n

But mastering thought was not nor cause nor rule,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly a crude child-heart cried for toys of bliss,<\/p>\n

Mind flickered, a disordered infant glow,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd random shapeless energies drove towards form<\/p>\n

And took each wisp-fire for a guiding sun.<\/p>\n

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This blindfold force could place no thinking step;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAsking for light she followed darkness’ clue.<\/p>\n

An inconscient Power groped towards consciousness,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMatter smitten by Matter glimmered to sense,<\/p>\n

Blind contacts, slow reactions beat out sparks<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf instinct from a cloaked subliminal bed,<\/p>\n

Sensations crowded, dumb substitutes for thought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPerception answered Nature’s wakening blows<\/p>\n

But still was a mechanical response,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA jerk, a leap, a start in Nature’s dream,<\/p>\n

And rude unchastened impulses jostling ran<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeedless of every motion but their own<\/p>\n

And, darkling, clashed with darker than themselves,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFree in a world of settled anarchy.<\/p>\n

The need to exist, the instinct to survive<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEngrossed the tense precarious moment’s will<\/p>\n

And an unseeing desire felt out for food.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe gusts of Nature were the only law,<\/p>\n

Force wrestled with force, but no result remained:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly were achieved a nescient grasp and drive<\/p>\n

And feelings and instincts knowing not their source,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSense-pleasures and sense-pangs soon caught, soon lost,<\/p>\n

And the brute motion of unthinking lives.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt was a vain unnecessary world<\/p>\n

Whose will to be brought poor and sad results<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd meaningless suffering and a grey unease.<\/p>\n

Nothing seemed worth the labour to become.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tBut judged not so his spirit’s wakened eye.<\/p>\n

As shines a solitary witness star<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat burns apart, Light’s lonely sentinel,<\/p>\n

In the drift and teeming of a mindless Night,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA single thinker in an aimless world<\/p>\n

Awaiting some tremendous dawn of God,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe saw the purpose in the works of Time.<\/p>\n

Even in that aimlessness a work was done<\/p>\n

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Pregnant with magic will and change divine.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe first writhings of the cosmic serpent Force<\/p>\n

Uncoiled from the mystic ring of Matter’s trance;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt raised its head in the warm air of life.<\/p>\n

It could not cast off yet Night’s stiffening sleep<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr wear as yet mind’s wonder-flecks and streaks,<\/p>\n

Put on its jewelled hood the crown of soul<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr stand erect in the blaze of spirit’s sun.<\/p>\n

As yet were only seen foulness and force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe secret crawl of consciousness to light<\/p>\n

Through a fertile slime of lust and battening sense,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeneath the body’s crust of thickened self<\/p>\n

A tardy fervent working in the dark,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe turbid yeast of Nature’s passionate change,<\/p>\n

Ferment of the soul’s creation out of mire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA heavenly process donned this grey disguise,<\/p>\n

A fallen ignorance in its covert night<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLaboured to achieve its dumb unseemly work,<\/p>\n

A camouflage of the Inconscient’s need<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo release the glory of God in Nature’s mud.<\/p>\n

His sight, spiritual in embodying orbs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCould pierce through the grey phosphorescent haze<\/p>\n

And scan the secrets of the shifting flux<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat animates these mute and solid cells<\/p>\n

And leads the thought and longing of the flesh<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the keen lust and hunger of its will.<\/p>\n

This too he tracked along its hidden stream<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd traced its acts to a miraculous fount.<\/p>\n

A mystic Presence none can probe nor rule,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCreator of this game of ray and shade<\/p>\n

In this sweet and bitter paradoxical life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAsks from the body the soul’s intimacies<\/p>\n

And by the swift vibration of a nerve<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLinks its mechanic throbs to light and love.<\/p>\n

It summons the spirit’s sleeping memories<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUp from subconscient depths beneath Time’s foam;<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tOblivious of their flame of happy truth,<\/p>\n

Arriving with heavy eyes that hardly see,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey come disguised as feelings and desires,<\/p>\n

Like weeds upon the surface float awhile<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd rise and sink on a somnambulist tide.<\/p>\n

Impure, degraded though her motions are,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlways a heaven-truth broods in life’s deeps;<\/p>\n

In her obscurest members burns that fire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA touch of God’s rapture in creation’s acts,<\/p>\n

A lost remembrance of felicity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLurks still in the dumb roots of death and birth,<\/p>\n

The world’s senseless beauty mirrors God’s delight.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat rapture’s smile is secret everywhere;<\/p>\n

It flows in the wind’s breath, in the tree’s sap,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts hued magnificence blooms in leaves and flowers.<\/p>\n

When life broke through its half-drowse in the plant<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat feels and suffers but cannot move or cry,<\/p>\n

In beast and in winged bird and thinking man<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt made of the heart’s rhythm its music’s beat;<\/p>\n

It forced the unconscious tissues to awake<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd ask for happiness and earn the pang<\/p>\n

And thrill with pleasure and laughter of brief delight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd quiver with pain and crave for ecstasy.<\/p>\n

Imperative, voiceless, ill-understood,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tToo far from light, too close to being’s core,<\/p>\n

Born strangely in Time from the eternal Bliss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt presses on heart’s core and vibrant nerve;<\/p>\n

Its sharp self-seeking tears our consciousness;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur pain and pleasure have that sting for cause:<\/p>\n

Instinct with it, but blind to its true joy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe soul’s desire leaps out towards passing things.<\/p>\n

All Nature’s longing drive none can resist,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tComes surging through the blood and quickened sense;<\/p>\n

An ecstasy of the infinite is her cause.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt turns in us to finite loves and lusts,<\/p>\n

The will to conquer and have, to seize and keep,<\/p>\n

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To enlarge life’s room and scope and pleasure’s range,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo battle and overcome and make one’s own,<\/p>\n

The hope to mix one’s joy with others’ joy,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA yearning to possess and be possessed,<\/p>\n

To enjoy and be enjoyed, to feel, to live.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere was its early brief attempt to be,<\/p>\n

Its rapid end of momentary delight<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhose stamp of failure haunts all ignorant life.<\/p>\n

Inflicting still its habit on the cells<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe phantom of a dark and evil start<\/p>\n

Ghostlike pursues all that we dream and do.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlthough on earth are firm established lives,<\/p>\n

A working of habit or a sense of law,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA steady repetition in the flux,<\/p>\n

Yet are its roots of will ever the same;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese passions are the stuff of which we are made.<\/p>\n

This was the first cry of the awaking world.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt clings around us still and clamps the god.<\/p>\n

Even when reason is born and soul takes form,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn beast and reptile and in thinking man<\/p>\n

It lasts and is the fount of all their life.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis too was needed that breath and living might be.<\/p>\n

The spirit in a finite ignorant world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMust rescue so its prisoned consciousness<\/p>\n

Forced out in little jets at quivering points<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom the Inconscient’s sealed infinitude.<\/p>\n

Then slowly it gathers mass, looks up at Light.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis Nature lives tied to her origin,<\/p>\n

A clutch of nether force is on her still;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of unconscious depths her instincts leap;<\/p>\n

A neighbour is her life to insentient Nought.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnder this law an ignorant world was made.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the enigma of the darkened Vasts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the passion and self-loss of the Infinite<\/p>\n

When all was plunged in the negating Void,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNon-Being’s night could never have been saved<\/p>\n

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If Being had not plunged into the dark<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCarrying with it its triple mystic cross.<\/p>\n

Invoking in world-time the timeless truth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBliss changed to sorrow, knowledge made ignorant,<\/p>\n

God’s force turned into a child’s helplessness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCan bring down heaven by their sacrifice.<\/p>\n

A contradiction founds the base of life:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe eternal, the divine Reality<\/p>\n

Has faced itself with its own contraries;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeing became the Void and Conscious-Force<\/p>\n

Nescience and walk of a blind Energy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Ecstasy took the figure of world-pain.<\/p>\n

In a mysterious dispensation’s law<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Wisdom that prepares its far-off ends<\/p>\n

Planned so to start her slow aeonic game.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA blindfold search and wrestle and fumbling clasp<\/p>\n

Of a half-seen Nature and a hidden Soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA game of hide-and-seek in twilit rooms,<\/p>\n

A play of love and hate and fear and hope<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tContinues in the nursery of mind<\/p>\n

Its hard and heavy romp of self-born twins.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt last the struggling Energy can emerge<\/p>\n

And meet the voiceless Being in wider fields;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen can they see and speak and, breast to breast,<\/p>\n

In a larger consciousness, a clearer light,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Two embrace and strive and each know each<\/p>\n

Regarding closer now the playmate’s face.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven in these formless coilings he could feel<\/p>\n

Matter’s response to an infant stir of soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn Nature he saw the mighty Spirit concealed,<\/p>\n

Watched the weak birth of a tremendous Force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPursued the riddle of Godhead’s tentative pace,<\/p>\n

Heard the faint rhythms of a great unborn Muse.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen came a fierier breath of waking Life,<\/p>\n

And there arose from the dim gulf of things<\/p>\n

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The strange creations of a thinking sense,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tExistences half-real and half-dream.<\/p>\n

A life was there that hoped not to survive:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeings were born who perished without trace,<\/p>\n

Events that were a formless drama’s limbs<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd actions driven by a blind creature will.<\/p>\n

A seeking Power found out its road to form,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPatterns were built of love and joy and pain<\/p>\n

And symbol figures for the moods of Life.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn insect hedonism fluttered and crawled<\/p>\n

And basked in a sunlit Nature’s surface thrills,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd dragon raptures, python agonies<\/p>\n

Crawled in the marsh and mire and licked the sun.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHuge armoured strengths shook a frail quaking ground,<\/p>\n

Great puissant creatures with a dwarfish brain,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd pigmy tribes imposed their small life-drift.<\/p>\n

In a dwarf model of humanity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNature now launched the extreme experience<\/p>\n

And master-point of her design’s caprice,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLuminous result of her half-conscious climb<\/p>\n

On rungs twixt her sublimities and grotesques<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo massive from infinitesimal shapes,<\/p>\n

To a subtle balancing of body and soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo an order of intelligent littleness.<\/p>\n

Around him in the moment-beats of Time<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe kingdom of the animal self arose,<\/p>\n

Where deed is all and mind is still half-born<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the heart obeys a dumb unseen control.<\/p>\n

The Force that works by the light of Ignorance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer animal experiment began,<\/p>\n

Crowding with conscious creatures her world-scheme;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut to the outward only were they alive,<\/p>\n

Only they replied to touches and surfaces<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd to the prick of need that drove their lives.<\/p>\n

A body that knew not its own soul within,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere lived and longed, had wrath and joy and grief;<\/p>\n

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A mind was there that met the objective world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if a stranger or enemy at its door:<\/p>\n

Its thoughts were kneaded by the shocks of sense;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt captured not the spirit in the form,<\/p>\n

It entered not the heart of what it saw;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt looked not for the power behind the act,<\/p>\n

It studied not the hidden motive in things<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor strove to find the meaning of it all.<\/p>\n

Beings were there who wore a human form;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbsorbed they lived in the passion of the scene,<\/p>\n

But knew not who they were or why they lived:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tContent to breathe, to feel, to sense, to act,<\/p>\n

Life had for them no aim save Nature’s joy<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the stimulus and delight of outer things;<\/p>\n

Identified with the spirit’s outward shell,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey worked for the body’s wants, they craved no more.<\/p>\n

The veiled spectator watching from their depths<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFixed not his inward eye upon himself<\/p>\n

Nor turned to find the author of the plot,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe saw the drama only and the stage.<\/p>\n

There was no brooding stress of deeper sense,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe burden of reflection was not borne:<\/p>\n

Mind looked on Nature with unknowing eyes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAdored her boons and feared her monstrous strokes.<\/p>\n

It pondered not on the magic of her laws,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt thirsted not for the secret wells of Truth,<\/p>\n

But made a register of crowding facts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd strung sensations on a vivid thread:<\/p>\n

It hunted and it fled and sniffed the winds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr slothed inert in sunshine and soft air:<\/p>\n

It sought the engrossing contacts of the world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut only to feed the surface sense with bliss.<\/p>\n

These felt life’s quiver in the outward touch,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey could not feel behind the touch the soul.<\/p>\n

To guard their form of self from Nature’s harm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo enjoy and to survive was all their care.<\/p>\n

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The narrow horizon of their days was filled<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith things and creatures that could help and hurt:<\/p>\n

The world’s values hung upon their little self.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIsolated, cramped in the vast unknown,<\/p>\n

To save their small lives from surrounding Death<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey made a tiny circle of defence<\/p>\n

Against the siege of the huge universe:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey preyed upon the world and were its prey,<\/p>\n

But never dreamed to conquer and be free.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tObeying the World-Power’s hints and firm taboos<\/p>\n

A scanty part they drew from her rich store;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere was no conscious code and no life-plan:<\/p>\n

The patterns of thinking of a little group<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFixed a traditional behaviour’s law.<\/p>\n

Ignorant of soul save as a wraith within,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTied to a mechanism of unchanging lives<\/p>\n

And to a dull usual sense and feeling’s beat,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey turned in grooves of animal desire.<\/p>\n

In walls of stone fenced round they worked and warred,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDid by a banded selfishness a small good<\/p>\n

Or wrought a dreadful wrong and cruel pain<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn sentient lives and thought they did no ill.<\/p>\n

Ardent from the sack of happy peaceful homes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd gorged with slaughter, plunder, rape and fire,<\/p>\n

They made of human selves their helpless prey,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA drove of captives led to lifelong woe,<\/p>\n

Or torture a spectacle made and holiday,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMocking or thrilled by their torn victims’ pangs;<\/p>\n

Admiring themselves as titans and as gods<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tProudly they sang their high and glorious deeds<\/p>\n

And praised their victory and their splendid force.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn animal in the instinctive herd<\/p>\n

Pushed by life impulses, forced by common needs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach in his own kind saw his ego’s glass;<\/p>\n

All served the aim and action of the pack.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThose like himself, by blood or custom kin,<\/p>\n

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To him were parts of his life, his adjunct selves,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis personal nebula’s constituent stars,<\/p>\n

Satellite companions of his solar I.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA master of his life’s environment,<\/p>\n

A leader of a huddled human mass<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHerding for safety on a dangerous earth,<\/p>\n

He gathered them round him as if minor Powers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo make a common front against the world,<\/p>\n

Or, weak and sole on an indifferent earth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs a fortress for his undefended heart,<\/p>\n

Or else to heal his body’s loneliness.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn others than his kind he sensed a foe,<\/p>\n

An alien unlike force to shun and fear,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA stranger and adversary to hate and slay.<\/p>\n

Or he lived as lives the solitary brute;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt war with all he bore his single fate.<\/p>\n

Absorbed in the present act, the fleeting days,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNone thought to look beyond the hour’s gains,<\/p>\n

Or dreamed to make this earth a fairer world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr felt some touch divine surprise his heart.<\/p>\n

The gladness that the fugitive moment gave,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe desire grasped, the bliss, the experience won,<\/p>\n

Movement and speed and strength were joy enough<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd bodily longings shared and quarrel and play,<\/p>\n

And tears and laughter and the need called love.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn war and clasp these life-wants joined the All-Life,<\/p>\n

Wrestlings of a divided unity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInflicting mutual grief and happiness<\/p>\n

In ignorance of the Self for ever one.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArming its creatures with delight and hope<\/p>\n

A half-awakened Nescience struggled there<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo know by sight and touch the outside of things.<\/p>\n

Instinct was formed; in memory’s crowded sleep<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe past lived on as in a bottomless sea:<\/p>\n

Inverting into half-thought the quickened sense<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe felt around for truth with fumbling hands,<\/p>\n

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Clutched to her the little she could reach and seize<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd put aside in her subconscient cave.<\/p>\n

So must the dim being grow in light and force<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd rise to his higher destiny at last,<\/p>\n

Look up to God and round at the universe,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd learn by failure and progress by fall<\/p>\n

And battle with environment and doom,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy suffering discover his deep soul<\/p>\n

And by possession grow to his own vasts.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHalf-way she stopped and found her path no more.<\/p>\n

Still nothing was achieved but to begin,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet finished seemed the circle of her force.<\/p>\n

Only she had beaten out sparks of ignorance;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly the life could think and not the mind,<\/p>\n

Only the sense could feel and not the soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly was lit some heat of the flame of Life,<\/p>\n

Some joy to be, some rapturous leaps of sense.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was an impetus of half-conscious Force,<\/p>\n

A spirit sprawling drowned in dense life-foam,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA vague self grasping at the shape of things.<\/p>\n

Behind all moved seeking for vessels to hold<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA first raw vintage of the grapes of God,<\/p>\n

On earth’s mud a spilth of the supernal Bliss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIntoxicating the stupefied soul and mind<\/p>\n

A heady wine of rapture dark and crude,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDim, uncast yet into spiritual form,<\/p>\n

Obscure inhabitant of the world’s blind core,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn unborn godhead’s will, a mute Desire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA third creation now revealed its face.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mould of body’s early mind was made.<\/p>\n

A glint of light kindled the obscure World-Force;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt dowered a driven world with the seeing Idea<\/p>\n

And armed the act with thought’s dynamic point:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA small thinking being watched the works of Time.<\/p>\n

A difficult evolution from below<\/p>\n

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Called a masked intervention from above;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tElse this great, blind inconscient universe<\/p>\n

Could never have disclosed its hidden mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr even in blinkers worked in beast and man<\/p>\n

The Intelligence that devised the cosmic scheme.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt first he saw a dim obscure mind-power<\/p>\n

Moving concealed by Matter and dumb life.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA current thin, it streamed in life’s vast flow<\/p>\n

Tossing and drifting under a drifting sky<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmid the surge and glimmering tremulous wash,<\/p>\n

Released in splash of sense and feeling’s waves.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the deep midst of an insentient world<\/p>\n

Its huddled waves and foam of consciousness ran<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPressing and eddying through a narrow strait,<\/p>\n

Carrying experience in its crowded pace.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt flowed emerging into upper light<\/p>\n

From the deep pool of its subliminal birth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo reach some high existence still unknown.<\/p>\n

There was no thinking self, aim there was none:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was unorganised stress and seekings vague.<\/p>\n

Only to the unstable surface rose<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSensations, stabs and edges of desire<\/p>\n

And passion’s leaps and brief emotion’s cries,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA casual colloquy of flesh with flesh,<\/p>\n

A murmur of heart to longing wordless heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGlimmerings of knowledge with no shape of thought<\/p>\n

And jets of subconscious will or hunger’s pulls.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was dim sparkle on a foaming top:<\/p>\n

It whirled around a drifting shadow-self<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn an inconscient flood of Force in Time.<\/p>\n

Then came the pressure of a seeing Power<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat drew all into a dancing turbid mass<\/p>\n

Circling around a single luminous point,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCentre of reference in a conscious field,<\/p>\n

Figure of a unitary Light within.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt lit the impulse of the half-sentient flood,<\/p>\n

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Even an illusion gave of fixity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if a sea could serve as a firm soil.<\/p>\n

That strange observing Power imposed its sight.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt forced on flux a limit and a shape,<\/p>\n

It gave its stream a lower narrow bank,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDrew lines to snare the spirit’s formlessness.<\/p>\n

It fashioned the life-mind of bird and beast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe answer of the reptile and the fish,<\/p>\n

The primitive pattern of the thoughts of man.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA finite movement of the Infinite<\/p>\n

Came winging its way through a wide air of Time;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA march of knowledge moved in Nescience<\/p>\n

And guarded in the form a separate soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts right to be immortal it reserved,<\/p>\n

But built a wall against the siege of death<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd threw a hook to clutch eternity.<\/p>\n

A thinking entity appeared in Space.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA little ordered world broke into view<\/p>\n

Where being had prison-room for act and sight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA floor to walk, a clear but scanty range.<\/p>\n

An instrument-personality was born,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd a restricted clamped intelligence<\/p>\n

Consented to confine in narrow bounds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts seeking; it tied the thought to visible things,<\/p>\n

Prohibiting the adventure of the Unseen<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the soul’s tread through unknown infinities.<\/p>\n

A reflex reason, Nature-habit’s glass<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIllumined life to know and fix its field,<\/p>\n

Accept a dangerous ignorant brevity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the inconclusive purpose of its walk<\/p>\n

And profit by the hour’s precarious chance<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the allotted boundaries of its fate.<\/p>\n

A little joy and knowledge satisfied<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis little being tied into a knot<\/p>\n

And hung on a bulge of its environment,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA little curve cut off in measureless Space,<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tA little span of life in all vast Time.<\/p>\n

A thought was there that planned, a will that strove,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut for small aims within a narrow scope,<\/p>\n

Wasting unmeasured toil on transient things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt knew itself a creature of the mud;<\/p>\n

It asked no larger law, no loftier aim;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt had no inward look, no upward gaze.<\/p>\n

A backward scholar on logic’s rickety bench<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIndoctrinated by the erring sense,<\/p>\n

It took appearance for the face of God,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor casual lights the marching of the suns,<\/p>\n

For heaven a starry strip of doubtful blue;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAspects of being feigned to be the whole.<\/p>\n

There was a voice of busy interchange,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA market-place of trivial thoughts and acts:<\/p>\n

A life soon spent, a mind the body’s slave<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere seemed the brilliant crown of Nature’s work,<\/p>\n

And tiny egos took the world as means<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo sate awhile dwarf lusts and brief desires,<\/p>\n

In a death-closed passage saw life’s start and end<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs though a blind alley were creation’s sign,<\/p>\n

As if for this the soul had coveted birth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the wonderland of a self-creating world<\/p>\n

And the opportunities of cosmic Space.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis creature passionate only to survive,<\/p>\n

Fettered to puny thoughts with no wide range<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd to the body’s needs and pangs and joys,<\/p>\n

This fire growing by its fuel’s death,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIncreased by what it seized and made its own:<\/p>\n

It gathered and grew and gave itself to none.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly it hoped for greatness in its den<\/p>\n

And pleasure and victory in small fields of power<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd conquest of life-room for self and kin,<\/p>\n

An animal limited by its feeding-space.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt knew not the Immortal in its house;<\/p>\n

It had no greater deeper cause to live.<\/p>\n

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In limits only it was powerful;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAcute to capture truth for outward use,<\/p>\n

Its knowledge was the body’s instrument;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbsorbed in the little works of its prison-house<\/p>\n

It turned around the same unchanging points<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the same circle of interest and desire,<\/p>\n

But thought itself the master of its jail.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlthough for action, not for wisdom made,<\/p>\n

Thought was its apex \u2014 or its gutter’s rim:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt saw an image of the external world<\/p>\n

And saw its surface self, but knew no more.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of a slow confused embroiled self-search<\/p>\n

Mind grew to a clarity cut out, precise,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA gleam enclosed in a stone ignorance.<\/p>\n

In this bound thinking’s narrow leadership<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTied to the soil, inspired by common things,<\/p>\n

Attached to a confined familiar world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmid the multitude of her motived plots,<\/p>\n

Her changing actors and her million masks,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife was a play monotonously the same.<\/p>\n

There were no vast perspectives of the spirit,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo swift invasions of unknown delight,<\/p>\n

No golden distances of wide release.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis petty state resembled our human days<\/p>\n

But fixed to eternity of changeless type,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA moment’s movement doomed to last through Time.<\/p>\n

Existence bridge-like spanned the inconscient gulfs,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA half-illumined building in a mist,<\/p>\n

Which from a void of Form arose to sight<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd jutted out into a void of Soul.<\/p>\n

A little light in a great darkness born,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife knew not where it went nor whence it came.<\/p>\n

Around all floated still the nescient haze.<\/p>\n

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