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

 <\/p>\n

\n

THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRIT AND
\nTHE NEW <\/b><\/span><\/font>
\nCREATION<\/b><\/font> <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\nA MIGHTIER task remained than all
\nhe had done. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo that he turned from which all
\nbeing comes,<\/p>\n

\nA sign attending from the Secrecy<\/p>\n

\n

\nWhich knows the Truth ungrasped behind our thoughts<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd guards the world with its all-seeing gaze.<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn the unapproachable stillness of his soul,<\/p>\n

\n

\nIntense, one-pointed, monumental, lone<\/p>\n

\n

\nPatient he sat like an incarnate hope<\/p>\n

\n

\nMotionless on a pedestal of prayer.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA Strength he sought that was not yet on earth,<\/p>\n

\n

\nHelp from a Power too great for mortal will,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Light of a Truth now only seen afar,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA sanction from his high omnipotent Source.<\/p>\n

\n

\nBut from the appalling heights there stooped no voice,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe timeless lids were closed; no opening came.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA neutral helpless void oppressed the years.<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn the texture of our bound humanity<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe felt the stark resistance huge and dumb<\/p>\n

\n

\nOf our inconscient and unseeing base,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe stubborn mute rejection in Life's depths,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe ignorant No in the origin of things.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA veiled collaboration with the Night<\/p>\n

\n

\nEven in himself survived and hid from his view: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nStill something in his earthly
\nbeing kept <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts kinship with the Inconscient
\nwhence it came. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA shadowy unity with a vanished
\npast <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTreasured in an old world-frame was
\nlurking there, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSecret, unnoted by the illumined
\nmind, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd in subconscious whispers and in
\ndream<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nStill murmured at the mind's and
\nspirit's choice. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts treacherous elements spread
\nlike slippery grains <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHoping the incoming Truth might
\nstumble and fall, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd old ideal voices wandering
\nmoaned <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd pleaded for a heavenly leniency <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo the gracious imperfections of
\nour earth <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the sweet weaknesses of our
\nmortal state. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis now he willed to discover and
\nexile, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe element in him betraying God. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll Nature's recondite spaces were
\nstripped bare, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll her dim crypts and comers
\nsearched with fire <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhere refugee instincts and
\nunshaped revolts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCould shelter find in darkness'
\nsanctuary <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAgainst the white purity of
\nheaven's cleansing flame. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll seemed to have perished that
\nwas undivine: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet some minutest dissident might
\nescape<\/p>\n

\nAnd still a centre lurk of the blind force.<\/p>\n

\n

\nFor the Inconscient too is infinite; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe more its abysses we insist to
\nsound,<\/p>\n

\nThe more it stretches, stretches endlessly.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThen lest a human cry should spoil the Truth<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe tore desire up from its bleeding roots<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd offered to the gods the vacant place.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThus could he bear the touch immaculate.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA last and mightiest transformation came.<\/p>\n

\n

\nHis soul was all in front like a great sea<\/p>\n

\n

\nFlooding the mind and body with its waves; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHis being, spread to embrace the
\nuniverse, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUnited the within and the without <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo make of life a cosmic harmony, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAn empire of the immanent Divine. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn this tremendous universality <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNot only his soul-nature and
\nmind-sense <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIncluded every soul and mind in
\nhis, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut even the life of flesh and
\nnerve was changed <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd grew one flesh and nerve with
\nall that lives; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe felt the joy of others as his
\njoy,<\/p>\n

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

\nHe bore the grief of others as his
\ngrief; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHis universal sympathy upbore,<\/p>\n

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

\nImmense like ocean, the creation's
\nload <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAs earth upbears all beings'
\nsacrifice, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThrilled with the hidden
\nTranscendent's joy and peace. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere was no more division's
\nendless scroll; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOne grew the Spirit's secret unity,<\/p>\n

\nAll nature felt again the single bliss; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThere was no cleavage between soul
\nand soul,<\/p>\n

\nThere was no barrier between world and God.<\/p>\n

\n

\nOverpowered were form and memory's limiting line; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe covering mind was seized and
\ntorn apart; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt was dissolved and now no more
\ncould be,<\/p>\n

\nThe one Consciousness that made the world was seen; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAll now was luminosity and force.<\/p>\n

\nAbolished in its last thin fainting trace<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe circle of the little self was gone; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe separate being could no more be
\nfelt;<\/b> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt disappeared and knew itself no
\nmore,<\/p>\n

\nLost in the Spirit's wide identity.<\/p>\n

\n

\nHis nature grew a movement of the All,<\/p>\n

\n

\nExploring itself to find that all was He,<\/p>\n

\n

\nHis soul was a delegation of the All<\/p>\n

\n

\nThat turned from itself to join the one Supreme.<\/p>\n

\n

\nTranscended was the human formula; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nMan's heart that had obscured the
\nInviolable<\/p>\n

\nAssumed the mighty beating of a god's; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHis seeking mind ceased in the
\nTruth that knows; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis life was a flow of the
\nuniversal life. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe stood fulfilled on the world's
\nhighest line <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAwaiting the ascent beyond the
\nworld, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAwaiting the Descent the world to
\nsave. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA Splendour and a Symbol wrapped
\nthe earth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSerene epiphanies looked and
\nhallowed vasts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSurrounded, wise infinitudes were
\nclose <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd bright remotenesses leaned near
\nand kin. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSense failed in that tremendous
\nlucency; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEphemeral voices from his hearing
\nfell fell<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd Thought potent no more sank
\nlarge and pale <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLike a tired god into mysterious
\nseas. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe robes of mortal thinking were
\ncast down <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLeaving his knowledge bare to
\nabsolute sight; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFate's driving ceased and Nature's
\nsleepless spur:<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe .athlete heavings of the will
\nwere stilled <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the Omnipotent's unmoving peace. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLife in his members lay down vast
\nand mute; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNaked, unwalled, unterrified it
\nbore <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe immense regard of Immortality. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe last movement died and all at
\nonce grew still. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA weight that was the unseen
\nTranscendent's hand <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLaid on his limbs the spirit's
\nmeasureless seal, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nInfinity swallowed him into
\nshoreless trance. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n     <\/font><\/p>\n

\n     <\/font>
\nAs one who sets his sail towards
\nmysteried shores<\/p>\n

\nDriven through huge oceans by the breath of God,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe fathomless below, the unknown around,<\/p>\n

\n

\nHis soul abandoned the blind star-field. Space.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAfar from all that makes the measured world,<\/p>\n

\n

\nPlunging to hidden eternities it withdrew<\/p>\n

\n

\nBack from mind's foaming surface to the Vasts<\/p>\n

\n

\nVoiceless within us in omniscient sleep.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAbove the imperfect reach of word and thought,<\/p>\n

\n

\nBeyond the sight, the last support of form,<\/p>\n

\n

\nLost in deep tracts of superconscient Light,<\/p>\n

\n

\nOr voyaging in blank featureless Nothingness,<\/p>\n

\n

\nSole in the trackless Incommensurable,<\/p>\n

\n

\nOr past not-self and self and selflessness,<\/p>\n

\n

\nTransgressing the dream-shores of conscious mind<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe reached at last his sempiternal base.<\/p>\n

\n

\nOn sorrowless heights no winging cry disturbs,<\/p>\n

\n

\nPure and untouched above the mortal play<\/p>\n

\n

\nIs spread the spirit's hushed immobile air.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThere no beginning is and there no end; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThere is the stable force of all
\nthat moves; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere the aeonic labourer is at
\nrest.<\/p>\n

\nThere turns no keyed creation in the void,<\/p>\n

\n

\nNo giant mechanism watched by a soul; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThere creaks no fate-turned huge
\nmachinery; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe marriage of evil with good
\nwithin one breast,<\/p>\n

\nThe clash of strife in the very clasp of love,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe dangerous pain of life's experiment<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn the values of Inconsequence and Chance,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe peril of mind's gamble, throwing our lives <\/p>\n

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\nAs stake in a wager of indifferent
\ngods <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the shifting-lights and shadows
\nof the idea<\/p>\n

\nFalling upon the surface consciousness,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd in the dream of a mute witness soul<\/p>\n

\n

\nCreating the error of a half-seen world<\/p>\n

\n

\nWhere knowledge is a seeking ignorance,<\/p>\n

\n

\nLife's steps a stumbling series without suit,<\/p>\n

\n

\nIts aspect of fortuitous design,<\/p>\n

\n

\nIts equal measure of the true and false<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn that immobile and immutable realm<\/p>\n

\n

\nFind no access, no cause, no right to live: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThere only reigns the Spirit's
\nmotionless power<\/p>\n

\nPoised in itself through still eternity<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd its omniscient and omnipotent peace.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThought clashes not with thought and truth with truth,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThere is no war of right with rival right; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThere are no stumbling and
\nhalf-seeing lives<\/p>\n

\nPassing from chance to unexpected chance,<\/p>\n

\n

\nNo suffering of hearts compelled to beat<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn bodies of the inert Inconscient's make.<\/p>\n

\n

\nArmed with the immune occult unsinking Fire<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe guardians of Eternity keep its law<\/p>\n

\n

\nFor ever fixed upon Truth's giant base<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn her magnificent and termless home.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThere Nature on her dumb spiritual couch<\/p>\n

\n

\nImmutably transcendent knows her source<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd to the stir of multitudinous worlds<\/p>\n

\n

\nAssents unmoved in a perpetual calm.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAll-causing, all-sustaining and aloof,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Witness looks from his unshaken poise,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAn Eye immense regarding all things done.<\/p>\n

\n

\nApart, at peace above creation's stir,<\/p>\n

\n

\nImmersed in the eternal altitudes,<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe abode defended in his shoreless self,<\/p>\n

\n

\nCompanioned only by the all-seeing One.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA Mind too mighty to be bound by Thought,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA Life too boundless for the play in space,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA Soul without borders unconvinced of Time,<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe felt the extinction of the world's long pain,<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe became the unborn Self that never dies, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHe joined the sessions of Infinity. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOn the cosmic murmur primal
\nloneliness fell, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnnulled was the contact formed
\nwith time-born things, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEmpty grew Nature's wide community. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll things were brought back to
\ntheir formless seed, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe world was silent for a cyclic
\nhour. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAlthough the afflicted Nature he
\nhas left <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMaintained beneath him her broad
\nnumberless fields, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer enormous act, receding, failed
\nremote <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if a soulless dream at last had
\nceased. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo voice came down from the high
\nsilences, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNone answered from her desolate
\nsolitudes. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA stillness of cessation reigned,
\nthe wide <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImmortal hush before the gods were
\nborn; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA universal Force awaited, mute,<\/p>\n

\nThe veiled Transcendent's ultimate decree. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThen suddenly there came a downward
\nlook<\/p>\n

\nAs if a sea exploring its own depths; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nA living Oneness widened at its
\ncore<\/p>\n

\nAnd joined him to unnumbered multitudes.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA Bliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\n

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

\nCaught all into a sole immense
\nembrace; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nExistence found its truth on
\nOneness' breast <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd each became the self and space
\nof all. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe great world-rhythms were
\nheart-beats of one Soul, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo feel was a flame-discovery of
\nGod, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll mind was a single harp of many
\nstrings, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll life a song of many meeting
\nlives; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor worlds were many, but the Self
\nwas one.<\/p>\n

\nThis knowledge was now made a cosmos' seed: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThis seed was cased in the safety
\nof the Light,<\/p>\n

\nIt needed not a sheath of Ignorance.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThen from the trance of that tremendous clasp<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd from the throbbings of that single Heart<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd from the naked Spirit's victory<\/p>\n

\n

\nA new and marvellous creation rose.<\/p>\n

\n

\nIncalculable outflowing infinitudes<\/p>\n

\n

\nLaughing out an unmeasured happiness<\/p>\n

\n

\nLived their innumerable unity; <\/p>\n

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\nWorlds where the being is unbound
\nand wide <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBodied unthinkably the egoless
\nSelf, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nRapture of beatific energies <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nJoined Time to the Timeless, poles
\nof a single joy; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhite vasts were seen where all is
\nwrapped in all.<\/p>\n

\nThere were no contraries, no sundered parts,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAll by spiritual links were joined to all<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd bound indissolubly to the One: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nEach was unique but took all lives
\nas its own,<\/p>\n

\nAnd, following out these tones of the Infinite,<\/p>\n

\n

\nRecognised in himself the universe.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA splendid centre of infinity's whirl<\/p>\n

\n

\nPushed to its zenith's height, its last expanse,<\/p>\n

\n

\nFelt the divinity of its own self-bliss<\/p>\n

\n

\nRepeated in its numberless other selves.<\/p>\n

\n

\nIt took up tirelessly into its scope<\/p>\n

\n

\nPersons and figures of the Impersonal,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAs if prolonging in a celestial count,<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn a rapturous multiplication's sum,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe recurring decimals of eternity.<\/p>\n

\n

\nNone was apart, none lived for himself alone,<\/p>\n

\n

\nEach lived for God in him and God in all,<\/p>\n

\n

\nEach soleness inexpressibly held the whole.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThere Oneness was not tied to monotone; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIt showed a thousand aspects of
\nitself, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts luminous immutable stability <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUpbore on a changeless ground for
\never safe, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCompelled to a spontaneous
\nservitude, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe ever-changing incalculable
\nsteps, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe seeming-reckless dance's subtle
\nplan <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOf immense world-forces in their
\nperfect play. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAppearance looked back to its
\nhidden truth <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd made of difference oneness'
\nsmiling play; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt made all persons fractions of
\nthe Unique, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet all were being's secret
\nintegers. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll struggle was turned to a sweet
\nstrife of love <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the harmonised circle of a sure
\nembrace. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIdentity's reconciling happiness
\ngave <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA rich security to difference. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOn a meeting line of hazardous
\nextremes <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\nThe Game of games was played to its
\nbreaking point, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhere through self-finding by
\ndivine self-loss <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere leaps out unity's supreme
\ndelight <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhose blissful undivided sweetness
\nfeels <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA commonalty of the Absolute. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere was no sob of suffering
\nanywhere; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nExperience ran from point to point
\nof joy: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBliss was the pure undying truth of
\nthings.<\/p>\n

\nAll Nature was a conscious front of God: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nA wisdom worked in all, self-moved,
\nself-sure, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA plenitude of illimitable Light, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAn authenticity of intuitive Truth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA glory and passion of creative
\nForce. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nInfallible, leaping from eternity, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe moment's thought inspired the
\npassing act, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA word, a laughter sprang from
\nSilence' breast, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA rhythm of Beauty in the calm of
\nSpace, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA Knowledge in the fathomless heart
\nof Time. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll turned to all without reserve's
\nrecoil: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA single ecstasy without a break, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLove was a close and thrilled
\nidentity <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the throbbing heart of all that
\nluminous life. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA universal vision that unites, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA sympathy of nerve replying to
\nnerve, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHearing that listens to thought's
\ninner sound <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd follows the rhythmic meanings
\nof the heart, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA touch that needs not hands to
\nfeel, to clasp, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWere there the native means of
\nconsciousness <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd heightened the intimacy of soul
\nwith soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA grand orchestra of spiritual
\npowers, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA diapason of soul interchange <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHarmonised a oneness deep,
\nimmeasurable. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn these new worlds projected he
\nbecame <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA portion of the universal gaze, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA station of the all-inhabiting
\nlight, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA ripple on a single sea of peace. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis mind answered to countless
\ncommuning minds, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis words were syllables of the
\ncosmos' speech, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis life a field of the vast cosmic
\nstir. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe felt the footsteps of a million
\nwills <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\nMoving in unison to a single goal. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA stream ever new-born that never
\ndies, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCaught in its thousandfold
\ncurrent's ravishing flow, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWith its eddies of immortal
\nsweetness thrilled, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe bore coiling through his members
\nas they passed <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCalm movements of interminable
\ndelight, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe bliss of a myriad myriads who
\nare one. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n     In this
\nvast outbreak of perfection's law<\/p>\n

\nImposing its fixity on the flux of things<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe saw a hierarchy of lucent planes<\/p>\n

\n

\nEnfeoffed to this highest kingdom of God-state.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAttuning to one Truth their own right rule<\/p>\n

\n

\nEach housed the gladness of a bright degree,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAlone in beauty, perfect in self-kind,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAn image cast by one deep truth's absolute,<\/p>\n

\n

\nMarried to all in happy difference.<\/p>\n

\n

\nEach gave its powers to help its neighbours' parts,<\/p>\n

\n

\nBut suffered no diminution by the gift,<\/p>\n

\n

\nProfiteers of a mystic interchange,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThey grew by what they took and what they gave,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAll others they felt as their own complements,<\/p>\n

\n

\nOne in the might and joy of multitude.<\/p>\n

\n

\nEven in the poise where Oneness draws apart<\/p>\n

\n

\nTo feel the rapture of its separate selves,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Sole in its solitude yearned towards the All<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd the Many turned to look back at the One.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAn all-revealing all-creating Bliss,<\/p>\n

\n

\nSeeking for forms to manifest truths divine,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAligned in their significant mystery<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe gleams of the symbols of the Ineffable<\/p>\n

\n

\nBlazoned like hues upon a colourless air<\/p>\n

\n

\nOn the white purity of the Witness Soul.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThese hues were the very prism of the Supreme,<\/p>\n

\n

\nHis beauty, power, delight creation's cause.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA vast Truth-Consciousness took up these signs<\/p>\n

\n

\nTo pass them on to some divine child Heart<\/p>\n

\n

\nThat looked on them with laughter and delight<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd joyed in these transcendent images<\/p>\n

\n

\nLiving and real as the truths they house. <\/p>\n

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\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\nThe Spirit's white neutrality
\nbecame <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA playground-of miracles, a
\nrendezvous <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor the secret powers of a mystic
\nTimelessness: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt made of space a marvel house of
\nGod, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt poured through Time its works of
\nageless might, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUnveiled seen as a luring rapturous
\nface <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe wonder and beauty of its Love
\nand Force. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe eternal Goddess moved in her
\ncosmic house <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSporting with God as a Mother with
\nher child: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo him the universe was her bosom
\nof love, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis toys were the immortal
\nverities. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll here self-lost had there its
\ndivine place. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe Powers that here betray our
\nhearts and err, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWere there sovereign in truth,
\nperfect in joy, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMasters in a creation without flaw, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPossessors of their own infinitude. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere Mind, a splendid sun of
\nvision's rays, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShaped substance by the glory of
\nits thoughts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd moved amidst the grandeur of
\nits dreams. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImagination's great ensorcelling
\nrod <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSummoned the unknown and gave to it
\na home, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOutspread luxuriantly in golden air <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTruth's iris-coloured wings of
\nfantasy, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOr sang to the intuitive heart of
\njoy <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWonder's dream-notes that bring the
\nReal close. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts Power that makes the unknowable
\nnear and true, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the temple of the ideal shrined
\nthe One: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt peopled thought and mind and
\nhappy sense <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFilled with bright aspects of the
\nmight of God <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd living persons of the one
\nSupreme, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe speech that voices the
\nineffable, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe ray revealing unseen Presences, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe virgin forms through which the
\nFormless shines,. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe Word that ushers divine
\nexperience <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the Ideas that crowd the
\nInfinite. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere was no gulf between the
\nthought and fact, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEver they replied like bird to
\ncalling bird, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe will obeyed the thought, the
\nact the will, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere was a harmony woven twixt
\nsoul and soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA marriage with eternity divinised
\nTime. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\nThere Life pursued unwearied of her
\nsport,<\/p>\n

\nJoy in her heart and laughter on her lips,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe bright adventure of God's game of chance.<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn her ingenious ardour of caprice,<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn her transfiguring mirth she mapped on Time<\/p>\n

\n

\nA fascinating puzzle of events,<\/p>\n

\n

\nLured at each turn by new vicissitudes<\/p>\n

\n

\nTo self-discovery that could never cease.<\/p>\n

\n

\nEver she framed stark bonds for the will to break,<\/p>\n

\n

\nBrought new creations for the thought's surprise<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd passionate ventures for the heart to dare,<\/p>\n

\n

\nWhere Truth recurred with an unexpected face<\/p>\n

\n

\nOr else repeated old familiar joy<\/p>\n

\n

\nLike the return of a delightful rhyme.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAt hide and seek on a Mother-Wisdom's breast,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAn artist teeming with her world-idea,<\/p>\n

\n

\nShe never could exhaust its numberless thoughts<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd vast adventure into thinking shapes<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd trial and lure of a new living's dreams.<\/p>\n

\n

\nUntired of sameness and untired of change,<\/p>\n

\n

\nEndlessly she unrolled her moving act,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA mystery drama of divine delight,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA living poem of world ecstasy,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA kakemono of significant forms,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA coiled perspective of developing scenes,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA brilliant chase of self-revealing shapes,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAn ardent hunt of soul looking for soul,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA seeking and a finding as of gods.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThere Matter is the Spirit's firm density,<\/p>\n

\n

\nAn artistry of glad outwardness of self,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA treasure-house of lasting images<\/p>\n

\n

\nWhere sense can build a world of pure delight: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe home of a perpetual happiness,<\/p>\n

\nIt lodged the hours as in a pleasant inn.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe senses there were outlets of the soul; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nEven the youngest child-thought of
\nthe mind<\/p>\n

\nIncarnated some touch of highest things.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThere substance was a resonant harp of self,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA net for the constant lightnings of the Spirit,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA magnet power of love's intensity<\/p>\n

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\n

\nWhose yearning throb and
\nadoration's cry <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDrew God's approaches close, sweet,
\nwonderful. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts solidity was a mass of heavenly
\nmake, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts fixity and sweet permanence of
\ncharm <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMade a bright pedestal for
\nfelicity. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts bodies woven by a divine sense <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nProlonged the nearness of soul's
\nclasp with soul, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts warm play of external sight and
\ntouch <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nReflected the glow and thrill of
\nthe heart's joy,<\/i> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMind's climbing brilliant thoughts,
\nthe spirit's bliss; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLife's rapture kept for ever its
\nflame and cry. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll that now passes lived immortal
\nthere <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the proud beauty and fine
\nharmony <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOf Matter plastic to spiritual
\nlight. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts ordered hours proclaimed the
\neternal Law; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nVision reposed on a safety of
\ndeathless forms; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTime was Eternity's transparent
\nrobe.<\/p>\n

\nAn architect hewing out self's living rock,<\/p>\n

\n

\nPhenomenon built Reality's summer-house<\/p>\n

\n

\nOn the beaches of the sea of Infinity. <\/p>\n

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

\n

\n     
\nAgainst this glory of spiritual states,<\/p>\n

\nTheir parallels and yet their opposites<\/p>\n

\n

\nFloated and swayed, eclipsed and shadow-like<\/p>\n

\n

\nAs if a doubt made substance, flickering, pale,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThis other scheme two vast negations found.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA world that knows not its inhabiting Self,<\/p>\n

\n

\nLabours to find its cause and need to be;<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nA spirit ignorant of the world it
\nmade, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nObscured by Master, travestied by
\nLife, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nStruggles to emerge, to be free, to
\nknow and reign; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThese were close-tied in one
\ndisharmony, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet the divergent lines met not at
\nall . <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThree Powers governed its
\nirrational course, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the beginning an unknowing
\nForce, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the middle an embodied striving
\nsoul, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn its end a silent spirit denying
\nlife. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA dull and infelicitous interlude <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUnrolls its dubious truth to a
\nquestioning Mind <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCompelled by the ignorant Power to
\nplay its part<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\nAnd to record her inconclusive
\ntale,<\/p>\n

\nThe mystery of her inconscient plan<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd the riddle of a being born from Night<\/p>\n

\n

\nBy a marriage of Necessity with Chance.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThis darkness hides our nobler destiny.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA chrysalis of a great and glorious truth,<\/p>\n

\n

\nIt stifles the winged marvel in its sheath<\/p>\n

\n

\nLest from the prison of Matter it escape<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd, wasting its beauty on the formless Vast,<\/p>\n

\n

\nMerged into the Unknowable's mystery,<\/p>\n

\n

\nLeave unfulfilled the world's miraculous fate.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAs yet thought only some high spirit's dream<\/p>\n

\n

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

\nOr a vexed illusion in man's
\ntoiling mind,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA new creation from the old shall rise,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA Knowledge inarticulate find speech,<\/p>\n

\n

\nBeauty suppressed burst into paradise bloom,<\/p>\n

\n

\nPleasure and pain dive into absolute bliss.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA tongueless oracle shall speak at last,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Superconscient conscious grow on earth,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Eternal's wonders join the dance of Time.<\/p>\n

\n

\nBut now all seemed a vainly teeming vast<\/p>\n

\n

\nUpheld by a deluded Energy<\/p>\n

\n

\nTo a spectator self-absorbed and mute,<\/p>\n

\n

\nCareless of the unmeaning show he watched,<\/p>\n

\n

\nRegarding the bizarre procession pass<\/p>\n

\n

\nLike one who waits for an expected end.<\/p>\n

\n

\nHe saw a world that is from a world to be.<\/p>\n

\n

\nThere he divined rather than saw or felt,<\/p>\n

\n

\nFar off upon the rim of consciousness,<\/p>\n

\n

\nTransient and frail this little whirling globe<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd on it left like a lost dream's vain mould,<\/p>\n

\n

\nA fragile copy of the spirit's shell, <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHis body gathered into mystic
\nsleep, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA foreign shape it seemed, a mystic
\nshade. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n     Alien now
\nseemed that dim far universe, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSelf and eternity alone were true. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen memory climbed to him from the
\nstriving planes <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBringing a cry from one-loved
\ncherished things, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd to the cry as to its own lost
\ncall<\/font><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\nA ray replied from the occult
\nSupreme. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor even there the boundless
\nOneness dwells. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo its own sight unrecognisable, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt lived still sunk in its own
\ntenebrous seas, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUpholding the world's inconscient
\nunity <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHidden in Matter's insentient
\nmultitude. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis seed-self sown in the
\nIndeterminate <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nForfeits its glory of divinity, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nConcealing the omnipotence of its
\nForce, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nConcealing the omniscience of its
\nSoul; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAn agent of its own transcendent
\nWill,<\/p>\n

\nIt merges knowledge in the inconscient deep; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAccepting error, sorrow, death and
\npain,<\/p>\n

\nIt pays the ransom of the ignorant Night,<\/p>\n

\n

\nRedeeming by its substance Nature's fall.<\/p>\n

\n

\nHimself he knew and why his soul had gone<\/p>\n

\n

\nInto earth's passionate obscurity<\/p>\n

\n

\nTo share the labour of an errant Power<\/p>\n

\n

\nWhich by division hopes to find the One.<\/p>\n

\n

\nTwo beings he was, one wide and free above,<\/p>\n

\n

\nOne struggling, bound, intense, its portion here.<\/p>\n

\n

\nA tie between them still could bridge two worlds; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThere was a dim response, a distant
\nbreath; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll had not ceased in the unbounded
\nhush.<\/p>\n

\nHis heart lay somewhere conscious and alone<\/p>\n

\n

\nFar down below him like a lamp in night; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAbandoned it lay, alone,
\nimperishable,<\/p>\n

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

\n
\nImmobile with excess of passionate will, <\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nHis living, sacrificed and offered
\nheart <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAbsorbed in adoration mystical, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTurned to its far-off fount of
\nlight and love. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the luminous stillness of its
\nmute appeal <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt looked up to the heights it
\ncould not see; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt yearned from the longing depths
\nit could not leave. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the centre of its vast and
\nfateful trance <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHalf way between his free and
\nfallen selves, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nInterceding twixt God's day and the
\nmortal's night, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAccepting worsihp as its single
\nlaw, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAccepting bliss as the sole cause
\nof things, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nRefusing the austere joy which none
\ncan share, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\nRefusing the calm that lives for
\ncalm alone,<\/p>\n

\nTo her it turned for whom it willed to be.<\/p>\n

\n

\nIn the passion of its solitary dream<\/p>\n

\n

\nIt lay like a closed soundless oratory<\/p>\n

\n

\nWhere sleeps a consecrated argent floor<\/p>\n

\n

\nLit by a single and untrembling ray<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd an invisible Presence kneels in prayer.<\/p>\n

\n

\nOn some deep breast of liberating peace<\/p>\n

\n

\nAll else was satisfied with quietude,<\/p>\n

\n

\nThis only knew there was a truth beyond.<\/p>\n

\n

\nAll other parts were dumb in centred sleep<\/p>\n

\n

\nConsenting to the slow deliberate Power<\/p>\n

\n

\nWhich tolerates the world's error and its grief,<\/p>\n

\n

\nConsenting to the cosmic long delay,<\/p>\n

\n

\nTimelessly waiting through the patient years<\/p>\n

\n

\nHer coming they had asked for earth and men; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThis was the fiery point that
\ncalled her now.<\/p>\n

\nExtinction could not quench that lonely fire; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIts seeing filled the blank of mind
\nand will; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThought dead, its changeless force
\nabode and grew. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nArmed with the intuition of a bliss <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo which some moved tranquillity
\nwas the key, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt persevered through life's huge
\nemptiness <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAmid the blank denials of the
\nworld. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt sent its voiceless prayer to the
\nUnknown, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt listened for the footsteps of
\nits hopes <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nReturning through the void
\nimmensities, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt waited for the fiat of the Word <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat comes through the still self
\nfrom the Supreme. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n END OF
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tCANTO THREE<\/font><\/p>\n

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