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\nLiving Matter <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI know not <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhere I had wandered about and then reached afar this dreamland: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI found myself standing on the brink of a fluent river.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAbove, the vast empty pale azure<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFirm and high up. Here upon our globe<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTwin comrades Earth and Heaven ever<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPlay their love-game intimate together.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nGreen earth only looks upward<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTowards her lover’s face, shivers in intense delight<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn the thousand, trembling of the leaves, among the cool grasses.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThe blue sky holds in embrace <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe whole body of his Beloved enveloping it with delight,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLifts up his high head, spreads aloft his laughter of love.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThis is the play here. In our realm<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere is no cruel separation. But there<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEarth is dying as though in grief, in fear,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLeft alone in an empty universe. Swallowed in that Infinite,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFrightened by the heights, surrounded by nightmare,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLies the little human life. Limitless expanse of land<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSilent vast empty pale grey <\/font><\/p>\n

\nExtends the unbroken wideness of the lifelessness<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOf the great Void. No tree is there, No grass, no stone, nor any human habitation<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCould one see. The eyes move ever forward, move ever,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNo end is there; yet though tired<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI am unable to return! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA cruel landscape in its cruel pull<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCarries away a prisoner as though to an enemy-land <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage-438<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAfar, afar into a bourneless world<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn the stilled infinity. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n    I forced my eyes to return <\/font><\/p>\n

\nTowards the other shore. It is hard stone <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA fierce strength has moulded together, a long labour,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAs though the articraft of a titan. During the wild rains<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOn the banks abroad spreading its body all over the skies<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn rude delight the titan has laboured,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHappy at Nature’s cruel game.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFancy dawned in him to make it still more cruel.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLine after line it has carved smilingly on the stone.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLike a huge skeleton lies the wet shore of the river,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe mere bones as it were, bereft of flesh, of dead earth: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt lies immemorially with no solace of last rites done for it, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAt that solitary end of things, on that river-verge. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nNo bend is in view, no grass nor flower. Erect, proud, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nFirm, solid, despising all softness <\/font><\/p>\n

\nGoes down into the water the lifeless heartless stone. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBeyond afar, the desert land has moved lazily <\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo unite with the stone. No softness, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nNo love is there in the union, it is matter’s love, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nStone’s kiss. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n           I looked towards the stream. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt flows in silent speed\u2014the stream of dreamland; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAsleep, mighty, calm, as though the violent life-force <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIs imprisoned in Nature’ arms on the crest of the Himalayas. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAway lies the exit, the way out. Where the meadow <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMeets the stone, a narrow space, as though <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe throat of hungry death, there <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn the land’s perilous life-line. Death himself <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage-439<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nLay asleep like a python with his stone-figure <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPossessing the universe. With slow wide-moving <\/b>speed <\/font><\/p>\n

\nProud of its long strides advances the dream-river. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn its winding, the miraculous Vedic steed Dadhikra, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nGod incarnate as life-force, bridled in his breast and face, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLifting his proud neck rushes on taking man <\/font><\/p>\n

\nOn heaven’s path to the world of Truth. But on that way <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIs this the cataract of Life’s river flowing down ? <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIs this the true consummation? <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt hurtles down like a sinner in an unmeasurable speed <\/font><\/p>\n

\nTowards a crueller country. The wailing <\/font><\/p>\n

\nOf the river adown comes into my ears as though from a <\/font><\/p>\n

\n                                                           thousand sufferers!<\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI looked about, my mind full of sadness, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd thought, "Oh, the dead land! the still world!<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn the noise what a silence, in the speed what an immobility!<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWill ever man come to live in this inert country,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPour his own life-force and make it living!<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIs there no Purusha for this Prakriti?<\/font><\/p>\n

\n"Rejected, as if through fear, thought returns<\/font><\/p>\n

\nInto her own dwelling. Motionless is the earth-life as ever. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAll on a sudden I woke up and looked within myself.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith a startle I saw the inert realm alive,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAlive the waters, alive the cruel<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEndless wasteland, even the sky up above<\/font><\/p>\n

\nConscious, alive the stretched neck of death,\u2014<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe stone-figure has assumed the shape of a sleeping python.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd the sound of the waterfalls carries afar<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe mourning of a living soul. I understood why it is there<\/font><\/p>\n

\nErect and proud the stone with no softness<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNo pity, no happiness in it. I understood the hope<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe river nourishes in its bosom, flowing towards its vast end<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBeyond sight, as if the mighty life-force is in trance <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage-440<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nFilled with its own force of speed. And I knew here <\/font><\/p>\n

\nNone speaks of any other person, they know not each other <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThey want not each other. Each is engrossed in trifles, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nEach is bound to himself, muses all alone, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nEach is confined to his own act and own mood. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut when they stumble upon each other, they tremble <\/font><\/p>\n

\n                                                                        within,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe body, stunned and bound, thinks, "Lo, this is another I<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThat falls upon my body, this touch is full of joy!<\/font><\/p>\n

\n"That is the end of it. There does not bloom the secret <\/font><\/p>\n

\nyearning,Neither in speech nor in movement nor in thought. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n           <\/font><\/p>\n

\n                 In my hopelessness
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\nI see as though the whole world is a prison.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAll on a sudden a sweet voice sounded within me: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n"Look back, understand the hope of Prakriti,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nUnderstand the dead prison-house is a mother’s heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe hidden significance understand that is in this game.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n"I lifted my burning eyes, I saw a far<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn the wasteland human figures. A boy and a girl<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEmbracing each other in mad delight in this expanse of <\/font><\/p>\n

\n                                                                        matter,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn this inert dreamland two living beings are there free<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith no fetters, rapt in trance in each other’s delight.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThey disapeared from the sight. And that living matter<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith no hope in it, it is bound in its own mood as always.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut my mind freed out of the matter’s touch,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI recognised the intent of the veiled conscious Being,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI captured in my spirit Nature’s hidden desire.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMy eyes capturing the whole landscape, consoled I returned<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo the earthly sphere. <\/font><\/p>\n

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