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CANTO FIVE<\/font> <\/font>
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\nTHE FINDING OF THE SOUL<\/font>
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O<\/font>N<\/font><\/b>WARD<\/b> she passed seeking the soul’s mystic cave.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At first she stepped into a night of God.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nThe power that struggles and stumbles in our life;<\/span><\/font>
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This inefficient mind gave up its thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe striving heart its unavailing hopes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll Knowledge failed and the Idea’s forms,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Wisdom screened in awe her lowly head<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

\nAn innocent and holy Ignorance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAdored like one who worships formless God<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe unseen light she could not claim nor own.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a simple purity of emptiness<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAll was abolished save her naked self<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the prostrate yearning of her surrendered heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere was no strength in her, no pride of force;<\/span><\/font>
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The lofty burning of desire had sunk<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

\nSalvation she asked not nor a heavenly crown;<\/span><\/font>
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Humanity seemed now too proud a state.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A small naught passing through a mightier Naught,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Crossing a fathomless impersonal Night,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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In endless Time her soul reached a wide end;<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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At last a change approached, the emptiness broke;<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

\nThere was felt a blissful nearness to the Goal;<\/span><\/font>
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Heaven leaned low to kiss the sacred hill,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nA rose of splendour on a tree of dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nDay came, priest of a sacrifice of joy<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto the worshipping silence of her world;<\/span><\/font>
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He carried a mortal<\/font>1<\/sup><\/font><\/span> lustre as his robe,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrailed Heaven like a purple scarf and wore<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs his vermilion caste-mark a red sun,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nShe recognised in her prophetic mind<\/span><\/font>
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The imperishable lustre of that sky,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe tremulous sweetness of that happy air<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nThe mystic cavern in the sacred hill<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nAs if in a rock-temple’s solitude hid,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nIt lay withdrawn even from life’s inner sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nA marvellous brooding twilight met the eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAn awful dimness wrapped the great rock-doors<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nTwo golden serpents round the lintel curled,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nLooked out with wisdom’s deep and luminous eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn eagle covered it with wide conquering wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlames of self-lost immobile reverie,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDoves crowded the grey musing cornices<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike sculptured postures of white-bosomed peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd found herself amid great figures of gods<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nWatching with fixed regard the soul of man,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nThe power and necessity of these numberless worlds<\/span><\/font>
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And faces of beings and stretches of world-space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpoke the succinct and inexhaustible<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nIn their immensitude signing infinity<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd housed, impassively receiving all,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd his passion and his birth and life and death<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nTo the abiding and eternal is their climb,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nTo the sheer consciousness and the absolute force<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nTo the mirth in Time and the timeless mystery<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd yet is no one but himself apart.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nOnly the living nearness of the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet all the worlds and God himself were there,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd brought the Presence which had given it life.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nNot by some thought of mind but by the self.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nMade secrecy more revealing than the word:<\/span><\/font>
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Our sight and sense are a fallible gaze and touch<\/font><\/p>\n

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And only the spirit’s vision is wholly true.<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

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She felt herself made one with all she saw.<\/font>
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A sealed identity within her woke;<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

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The Mother was she of Beauty and Delight,
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\n<\/i>The Word in Brahma’s vast creating clasp,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe World-Puissance on almighty Shiva’s lap,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Master and the Mother of all lives<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd Krishna and Radha for ever entwined in bliss,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nIn the last chamber on a golden seat<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne sat whose shape no vision could define,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly one felt the world’s unattainable fount,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAn invisible Beauty, goal of the world’s desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nA Greatness without whom no life could be,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd all became formless and pure and bare.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nShe came out where there shone a deathless sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

\nThere suddenly she met her secret soul.<\/span><\/font>
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A being stood immortal in transience,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

\nWhich pity and sorrow could not abrogate<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInfinity turned its gaze on finite shapes:<\/span><\/font>
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Observer of the silent steps of the hours<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the passing scenes of the Everlasting’s play,<\/span><\/font>
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In the mystery of its selecting will,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the Divine Comedy a participant,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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God’s delegate in our humanity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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She had come into the mortal body’s room<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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A smile on her lips welcomed earth’s bliss and grief,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAll things she saw as a masquerade of Truth<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nCrossing the years to immortality:<\/span><\/font>
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All she could front with the strong spirit’s peace.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But since she knows the toil of mind and life<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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She puts forth a small portion of herself,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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To share the suffering and endure earth’s wounds<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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This in us laughs and weeps, suffers the stroke,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

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It takes on itself their anguish and defeat,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Yet is the unwounded and immortal self<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Through this she sends us her glory and her powers,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Pushes to wisdom’s heights, through misery’s gulfs;<\/font>
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\nShe gives us strength to do our daily task<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nActing itself out in a slight human shape<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nThis is in us the godhead small and marred;<\/span><\/font>
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In this human portion of divinity<\/font><\/p>\n

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She seats the greatness of the Soul in Time<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Then with a magic transformation’s speed<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Once more she was human upon earthly soil<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd the rude cottage where she sat in trance:<\/span><\/font>
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That subtle world withdrew deeply within<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehind the sun-veil of the inner sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nHad bloomed and stood disclosed to the earthly ray;<\/span><\/font>
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In an image shone revealed her secret soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nNo mystic fence guarding from the claims of life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn its deep lotus home her being sat<\/span><\/font>
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As if on concentration’s marble seat,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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To make this earthly tenement her house.<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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A living image of the original Power,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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And made of it its temple and pure abode.<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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A mighty movement rocked the inner space<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Out of the Inconscient’s soulless mindless Night<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA naming serpent rose released from sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd climbing mightily stormily on its way<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt touched her centres with its flaming mouth:<\/span><\/font>
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As if a fiery kiss had broken their sleep,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

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In the flower of the head, in the flower of Matter’s base,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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It held together the mystic stream which joins<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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The string of forts that make the frail defence<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Our lines of self-expression in its Vast.<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Wearing the mighty Mother’s form and face.<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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Whose occult might no magic can imitate,<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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A saviour gesture stretched her lifted arm,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

\nAll underwent a high celestial change:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nEffacing the circles of the Ignorance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPowers and divinities burst flaming forth;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nLay overwhelmed with tides of happiness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd saw her hand in every circumstance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd felt her touch in every limb and cell:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the country of the lotus of the head<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nIn the passage of the lotus of the throat<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n‘-‘ And the heart’s impulse run towards word and fact,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nThe immortal’s thoughts displaced our bounded view,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n

All things now bore a deeper heavenlier sense.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nRe-set the balance and measures of the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nGod’s meaning in it for which it was made<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nA channel of the mighty Mother’s choice,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nOur blind or erring government of life;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nThen bowed to the uncertain sovereign mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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\n<\/font>
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\nPage \u2013 600<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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\n

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Love chanting its pure hymeneal hymn<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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And all the emotions gave themselves to God.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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Its proud ambitions and its master lusts<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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To do a work of God on earthly soil.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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In the narrow nether centres’ petty parts<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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Its childish game of daily dwarf desires<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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A romp of little gods with life in Time.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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There came a grip on Matter’s giant powers<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

A firm ground was made for Heaven’s descending might.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehind all reigned her sovereign deathless soul;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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Casting aside its veil of Ignorance,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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It built the harmony of its human state,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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A secret soul behind supporting all<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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Admits the Person’s look and Nature’s role.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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

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

\n

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

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

\nPage \u2013 601<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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

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

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\n

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A divine Puissance then takes Nature’s place<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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\n

Possessor of our passionate hopes and dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nShe streams into us with her unbound force,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nAn inner law of beauty shapes our lives;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nEach thought is a ripple on a sea of Light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen sin and virtue leave the cosmic lists;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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They struggle no more in our delivered hearts:<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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\n

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Or serve the rule of a supernal Right.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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Forsake their stations in fierce disarray<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n
\nAnd hide their shame in the subconscient’s dusk;<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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Then lifts the mind a cry of victory:<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n
\nWithin we have found the kingdom here of God,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n
\nOur life is entrenched between two rivers of Light,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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

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\n

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

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

\nEven if the struggling world is left outside<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nPage \u2013 602<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n

One man’s perfection still can save the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nA first betrothal of the Earth to Heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA deep concordat between Truth and Life:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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A camp of God is pitched in human time.<\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 603<\/font><\/span><\/td>\n

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