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\n

\n
\nCANTO FIVE<\/font><\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n
\nTHE FINDING OF THE
\nSOUL<\/font> <\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\nONWARD she passed seeking the
\nsoul's mystic cave. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAt first she stepped into a night
\nof God.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

The
\npower that struggles and stumbles in our life,<\/p>\n

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

The
\nstriving heart its unavailing hopes.<\/p>\n

All
\nKnowledge failed and the Idea's forms,<\/p>\n

And
\nWisdom screened in awe her lowly head<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Adored
\nlike one who worships formless God<\/p>\n

The
\nunseen light she could not claim nor own.<\/p>\n

In a
\nsimple purity of emptiness<\/p>\n

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

All was
\nabolished save her naked self<\/p>\n

And the
\nprostrate yearning of her surrendered heart.<\/font><\/p>\n

There
\nwas no strength in her, no pride of force,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nSalvation she asked not nor a heavenly crown: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHumanity seemed now too proud a
\nstate.<\/P><\/p>\n

Her self
\nwas nothing. God alone was all,<\/p>\n

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

A sacred
\ndarkness brooded now within,<\/p>\n

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

This
\nVoid held more than all the teeming worlds,<\/p>\n

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

This
\ndark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n<\/P><\/p>\n

\nThere was no strength in her, no
\npride of force,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nSalvation she asked not nor a heavenly crown: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHumanity seemed now too proud a
\nstate.<\/P><\/p>\n

Her self
\nwas nothing. God alone was all,<\/p>\n

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

A sacred
\ndarkness brooded now within,<\/p>\n

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

This
\nVoid held more than all the teeming worlds,<\/p>\n

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

This
\ndark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown. <\/p>\n

<\/font>
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

Page 161<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

\nBut all was formless, voiceless,
\ninfinite. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs might a shadow walk in a shadowy
\nscene, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA small naught passing through a
\nmightier Naught, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nCrossing a fathomless impersonal
\nNight, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSilent she moved, empty and
\nabsolute. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn endless Time her soul reached a
\nwide end, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe spaceless vast became her
\nspirit's place. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAt last a change approached, the
\nemptiness broke; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA wave rippled within, the world
\nhad stirred,<\/P><\/p>\n

Once
\nmore her inner self became her space.<\/p>\n

There
\nwas felt a blissful nearness to the Goal; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHeaven leaned low to kiss the
\nsacred hill,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

A rose
\nof splendour on a tree of dreams,<\/p>\n

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

Day
\ncame, priest of a sacrifice of joy<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nHe carried a mortal lustre as his
\nrobe, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTrailed Heaven like a purple scarf
\nand wore <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs his vermilion caste-mark a red
\nsun. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if an old remembered dream come
\ntrue, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe recognised in her prophetic
\nmind <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe imperishable lustre of that
\nsky, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe tremulous sweetness of that
\nhappy air <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd, covered from mind's view and
\nlife's approach, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe mystic cavern in the sacred
\nhill <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd knew the dwelling of her secret
\n<\/b>soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if in some Elysian occult depth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTruth's last retreat from thought's
\nprofaning touch, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if in a rock-temple's solitude
\nhid, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGod's refuge from an ignorant
\nworshipping world, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt lay withdrawn even from life's
\ninner sense, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nReceding from the entangled heart's
\ndesire. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA marvellous brooding twilight met
\nthe eyes <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd a holy stillness held that
\nvoiceless space. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAn awful dimness wrapped the great
\nrock-doors <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCarved in the massive stone of
\nMatter's trance. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTwo golden serpents round the
\nlintel curled, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEnveloping it with their pure and
\ndreadful strength,<\/font><\/p>\n

\n<\/P>
\n\t\t\t<\/i><\/p>\n

\n

\n

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\n

\nLooked out with wisdom's deep and
\nluminous eyes. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAn eagle covered it with wide
\nconquering wings. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFlames of self-lost immobile
\nreverie, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDoves crowded the grey musing
\ncornices <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLike sculptured postures of
\nwhite-bosomed peace. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAcross the threshold's sleep she
\nentered in <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd found herself amid great
\nfigures of gods <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nConscious in stone and living
\nwithout breath, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWatching with fixed regard the soul
\nof man, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nExecutive figures of the cosmic
\nself, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWorld-symbols of immutable potency. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOn the walls covered with
\nsignificant shapes <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLooked at her the life-scene of man
\nand beast <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the high meaning of the life of
\ngods, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe power and necessity of these
\nnumberless worlds <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd faces of beings and stretches
\nof world-space <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSpoke the succinct and
\ninexhaustible <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHieratic message of the climbing
\nplanes. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn their immensitude signing
\ninfinity <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThey were the extension of the self
\nof God <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd housed, impassively receiving
\nall, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis figures and his small and
\nmighty acts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd his passion and his birth and
\nlife and death <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd his return to immortality. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo the abiding and eternal is their
\nclimb, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo the pure existence everywhere
\nthe same, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo the sheer consciousness and the
\nabsolute force <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the unimaginable and formless
\nbliss, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo the mirth in Time and the
\ntimeless mystery <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOf the triune being who is all and
\none <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd yet is no one but himself
\napart. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere was no step of breathing men,
\nno sound, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOnly the living nearness of the
\nsoul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet all the worlds and God himself
\nwere there, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor every symbol was a reality <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd brought the Presence which had
\ngiven it life. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll this she saw and inly felt and
\nknew <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNot by some thought of mind but by
\nthe self. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA light not born of sun or moon nor
\nfire, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA light that dwelt within and saw
\nwithin <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPage  163<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nShedding an intimate visibility,<\/P><\/p>\n

Made
\nsecrecy more revealing than the word:
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nfour sight and sense are a fallible
\ngaze and touch<\/P><\/p>\n

\nAnd only the spirit's vision is wholly true.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

A sealed
\nidentity within her woke,<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nThese Gods and Goddesses were he
\nand she: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe Mother was she of Beauty and
\nDelight,<\/P><\/p>\n

The Word
\nin Brahma's vast creating clasp,<\/p>\n

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

The
\nMaster and the Mother of all lives<\/p>\n

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

And
\nKrishna and Radha for ever entwined in bliss,<\/p>\n

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

In the
\nlast chamber on a golden seat<\/p>\n

One sat
\nwhose shape no vision could define,<\/p>\n

Only one
\nfelt the world's unattainable fount,<\/p>\n

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

An
\ninvisible Beauty, goal of the world's desire,<\/p>\n

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

A
\nGreatness without whom no life could be.<\/p>\n

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

And all
\nbecame formless and pure and bare.<\/p>\n

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

She came
\nout where there shone a deathless sun.<\/p>\n

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

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

There
\nsuddenly she met her secret soul <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

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

\n

\n     A being
\nstood immortal in transience,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nDeathless dallying with momentary things,<\/p>\n

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

Which
\npity and sorrow could not abrogate<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nObserver of the silent steps of the
\nhours <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the passing scenes of the
\nEverlasting's play, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the mystery of its selecting
\nwill, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPage 164<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIn the Divine Comedy a participant,<\/P><\/p>\n

The
\nSpirit's conscious representative,<\/p>\n

God's
\ndelegate in our humanity,<\/p>\n

\nComrade of the universe, the Transcendent's ray,<\/p>\n

She had
\ncome into the mortal body's room<\/p>\n

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

A joy in
\nthe world her master movement here,<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nA smile on her lips welcomed
\nearth's bliss and grief,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

All
\nthings she saw as a masquerade of Truth<\/p>\n

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

\nCrossing the years to immortality: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAll she could front with the strong
\nspirit's peace. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut since she knows the toil of
\nmind and life <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs a mother feels and shares her
\nchildren's lives, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe puts forth a small portion of
\nherself, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA being no bigger than the thumb of
\nman <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nInto a hidden region of the heart <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo face the pang and to forget the
\nbliss, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo share the suffering and endure
\nearth's wounds <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd labour mid the labour of the
\nstars. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis in us laughs and weeps,
\nsuffers the stroke, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nExults in victory, struggles for
\nthe crown; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIdentified with the mind and body
\nand life, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt takes on itself their anguish
\nand defeat, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBleeds with Fate's whips and hangs
\nupon the cross, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet is the unwounded and immortal
\nself <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSupporting the actor on the human
\nscene. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThrough this she sends us her glory
\nand her powers, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPushes to wisdom's heights, through
\nmisery's gulfs, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe gives us strength to do our
\ndaily task <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd sympathy that partakes of
\nothers' grief <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the little strength we have to
\nhelp our race, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWe who must fill the roll of the
\nuniverse <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nActing itself out in a slight human
\nshape <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd on our shoulders carry the
\nstruggling world. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis is in us the godhead small and
\nmarred, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn this human portion of divinity <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe seats the greatness of the Soul
\nin Time <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\nTo uplift from light to light, from
\npower to power, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTill on a heavenly peak it stands,
\na king. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn body weak, in its heart an
\ninvincible might, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt climbs stumbling, held up by an
\nunseen hand, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nHere in this chamber of flame and
\nlight they met; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThey looked upon each other, knew
\nthemselves,<\/P><\/p>\n

The
\nsecret deity and its human part,<\/p>\n

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

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

\nThen with a magic transformation's
\nspeed<\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

\n

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

\n

\n     Once more
\nshe was human upon earthly soil<\/P><\/p>\n

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

And the
\nrude cottage where she sat in trance:
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThat subtle world withdrew deeply
\nwithin <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBehind the sun-veil of the inner
\nsight. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut now the half-opened lotus bud
\nof her heart <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHad bloomed and stood disclosed to
\nthe earthly ray, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn an image shone revealed her
\nsecret soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere was no wall severing the soul
\nand mind, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo mystic fence guarding from the
\nclaims of life. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn its deep lotus home her being
\nsat <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if on concentration's marble
\nseat, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCalling the mighty Mother of the
\nworlds <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo make this earthly tenement her
\nhouse. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs in a flash from a supernal
\nlight, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA living image of the original
\nPower, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA face, a form came down into her
\nheart <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd made of it its temple and pure
\nabode. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut when its feet had touched the
\nquivering bloom,<\/b> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA mighty movement rocked the inner
\nspace <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if a world were shaken and found
\nits soul <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOut of the Inconscient's soulless
\nmindless Night: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA flaming serpent rose released
\nfrom sleep.<\/P><\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt rose billowing its coils and
\nstood erect<\/p>\n

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

<\/P><\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt touched her centres with its
\nflaming mouth: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAs if a fiery kiss had broken their
\nsleep,<\/P><\/p>\n

They
\nbloomed and laughed surcharged with light and bliss;<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\nThen at the crown it joined the
\nEterna'ls space. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the flower of the head, in the
\nflower of Matter's base, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn each divine stronghold and
\nNature-knot <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt held together the mystic stream
\nwhich joins <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe viewless summits with the
\nunseen depths, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe string efforts that make the
\nfrail defence <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSafeguarding us against the
\nenormous world. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOur lines of self-expression in its
\nVast, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nWearing the mighty Mother's form
\nand face. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nArmed, bearer of the weapon and the
\nsign <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhose occult might no magic can
\nimitate, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nManifold yet one she sat, a
\nguardian force: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA saviour gesture stretched her
\nlifted arm,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

A sacred
\nbeast lay prone below her feet,<\/p>\n

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

All
\nunderwent a high celestial change: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nBreaking the black Inconscient's
\nblind mute wall,<\/P> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nEffacing the circles of the
\nIgnorance,<\/p>\n

Powers
\nand divinities burst flaming forth,<\/p>\n

Each
\npart of the being trembling with delight<\/p>\n

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

And saw
\nher hand in every circumstance<\/p>\n

And felt
\nher touch in every limb and cell: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIn the country of the lotus of the
\nhead <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhich thinking mind has made its
\nbusy space, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the castle of the lotus twixt
\nthe brows <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhence it shoots the arrows of its
\nsight and will, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the passage of the lotus of the
\nthroat <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhere speech must rise and the
\nexpressing mind <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the heart's impulse run towards
\nword and fact, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA glad uplift and a new working
\ncame. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe immortal's thoughts displaced
\nour bounded view, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe immortal's thoughts earth's
\ndrab idea and sense; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll things now bore a deeper
\nheavenlier sense.<\/P><\/p>\n

A glad
\nclear harmony marked their truth's outline,<\/p>\n

Re-set
\nthe balance and measures of the world.<\/p>\n

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

God's
\nmeaning in it for which it was made <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

\nPage 167<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd the vivid splendour of his
\nartist thought. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA channel of the mighty Mother's
\nchoice, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe immortal's will took into its
\ncalm control <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOur blind or erring government of
\nlife, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA loose republic once of wants and
\nneeds, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen bowed to the uncertain
\nsovereign mind, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nAnd every act became an act of God. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the kingdom of the lotus of the
\nheart <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLove chanting its pure hymeneal
\nhymn <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMade life and body mirrors of
\nsacred joy <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd all the emotions gave
\nthemselves to God. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the navel lotus's broad imperial
\nrange <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts proud ambitions and its master
\nlusts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWere tamed into instruments of a
\ngreat calm sway <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo do a work of God on earthly
\nsoil. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the narrow nether centres' petty
\nparts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts childish game of daily dwarf
\ndesires <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWas changed into a sweet and
\nboisterous play, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA romp of little gods with life in
\nTime. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the deep place where once the
\nSerpent slept, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere came a grip on Matter's giant
\npowers <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor large utilities in life's
\nlittle space; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA firm ground was made for Heaven's
\ndescending might.<\/P><\/p>\n

Behind
\nall. reigned her sovereign deathless soul: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nCasting aside its veil of
\nIgnorance, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAllied to gods and cosmic beings
\nand powers <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt built the harmony of its human
\nstate; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSurrendered into the great
\nWorld-Mother's hands<\/P><\/p>\n

Only she
\nobeyed her sole supreme behest<\/p>\n

In the
\nenigma of the Inconsdent's world.<\/p>\n

A secret
\nsoul behind supporting all<\/p>\n

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

Admits
\nthe Person's look and Nature's role.<\/p>\n

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

Then the
\nveiled king steps out in Nature's front; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nA Light comes down into the
\nIgnorance,<\/P><\/font><\/p>\n

\nIts heavy painful knot loosens its
\ngrasp: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe mind becomes a mastered
\ninstrument<\/P><\/p>\n

And life
\na hue and figure of the soul. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nPage 168<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAll happy grows towards knowledge
\nand towards bliss.<\/P><\/p>\n

A divine
\nPuissance then lakes Nature's place<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nPossessor of our passionate hopes
\nand dreams,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

She
\nstreams into us with her unbound force,<\/p>\n

Into
\nmortal limbs the Immortal's rapture and power.<\/p>\n

An inner
\nlaw of beauty shapes our lives,<\/p>\n

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

Each
\nthought is a ripple on a sea of Light.<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nThey struggle no more in our
\ndelivered hearts: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOur acts chime with God's simple
\nnatural good<\/P><\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr serve the rule of a supernal
\nRight.<\/p>\n

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

\nForsake their stations in fierce disarray<\/p>\n

And hide
\ntheir shame in the subconscient's dusk;<\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThen lifts the mind a cry of
\nvictory: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n"O soul, my soul, we have created
\nHeaven,<\/P><\/p>\n

Within
\nwe have found the kingdom here of God<\/p>\n

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

Our life
\nis entrenched between two rivers of Light,<\/p>\n

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

And made
\nthe body a capitol of bliss. <\/p>\n

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

In the
\nslow process of the evolving spirit,<\/p>\n

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

A first
\nperfection's stage is reached at last; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nOut of the wood and stone of our
\nnature's stuff<\/P><\/p>\n

A temple
\nis shaped where the high gods could live.<\/p>\n

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

One
\nman's perfection still can save the worlds<\/p>\n

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

A first
\nbetrothal of the Earth to Heaven,<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nA camp of God is pitched in human
\ntime. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPage  169<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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