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\nCanto Three<\/i> <\/p>\n

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\nThe House of the
\nSpirit and the New Creation<\/font><\/span> <\/p>\n

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A mightier task remained than all he had done.<\/p>\n

To that he turned from which all being comes,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But from the appalling heights there stooped no voice;<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

The stubborn mute rejection in
\nLife’s depths,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Still something in his earthly being kept<\/p>\n

Its kinship with the Inconscient whence it came.<\/p>\n

A shadowy unity with a vanished past<\/p>\n

Treasured in an old world-frame was lurking there,<\/p>\n

Secret, unnoted by the illumined mind,<\/p>\n

And in subconscious whispers and in dream<\/p>\n

Still murmured at the mind’s and spirit’s choice.<\/p>\n

Its treacherous elements spread like slippery grains <\/p>\n

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Hoping the incoming Truth might stumble and fall,<\/p>\n

And old ideal voices wandering moaned<\/p>\n

And pleaded for a heavenly leniency<\/p>\n

To the gracious imperfections of our earth<\/p>\n

And the sweet weaknesses of our mortal state.<\/p>\n

This now he willed to discover and exile,<\/p>\n

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

All Nature’s recondite spaces were stripped bare,<\/p>\n

All her dim crypts and corners searched with fire<\/p>\n

Where refugee instincts and unshaped revolts<\/p>\n

Could shelter find in darkness’ sanctuary<\/p>\n

Against the white purity of heaven’s cleansing flame.<\/p>\n

All seemed to have perished that was undivine:<\/p>\n

Yet some minutest dissident might escape<\/p>\n

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

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

The more its abysses we insist to sound,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His being, spread to embrace the universe,<\/p>\n

United the within and the without<\/p>\n

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

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

In this tremendous universality<\/p>\n

Not only his soul-nature and mind-sense<\/p>\n

Included every soul and mind in his,<\/p>\n

But even the life of flesh and nerve was changed<\/p>\n

And grew one flesh and nerve with all that lives;<\/p>\n

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

He bore the grief of others as his grief; <\/p>\n

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

Immense like ocean, the creation’s load<\/p>\n

As earth upbears all beings’ sacrifice,<\/p>\n

Thrilled with the hidden Transcendent’s joy and peace.<\/p>\n

There was no more division’s endless scroll;<\/p>\n

One grew the Spirit’s secret unity,<\/p>\n

All nature felt again
\nthe single bliss;<\/p>\n

There was no cleavage between soul and soul,<\/p>\n

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

Overpowered were form and memory’s limiting line;<\/p>\n

The covering mind was seized and torn apart;<\/p>\n

It was dissolved and now no more could be,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

The separate being could no more be felt;<\/p>\n

It disappeared and knew itself no more,<\/p>\n

Lost in the Spirit’s wide identity.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

Transcended was the human formula;<\/p>\n

Man’s heart that had obscured the Inviolable<\/p>\n

Assumed the mighty beating of a god’s;<\/p>\n

His seeking mind ceased in the Truth that knows;<\/p>\n

His life was a flow of the universal life.<\/p>\n

He stood fulfilled on the world’s highest line<\/p>\n

Awaiting the ascent beyond the world,<\/p>\n

Awaiting the Descent the world to save.<\/p>\n

A Splendour and a Symbol wrapped the earth,<\/p>\n

Serene epiphanies looked and hallowed vasts<\/p>\n

Surrounded, wise infinitudes were close<\/p>\n

And bright remotenesses leaned near and kin.<\/p>\n

Sense failed in that tremendous lucency; <\/p>\n

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Ephemeral voices from his hearing fell<\/p>\n

And Thought potent no more sank large and pale<\/p>\n

Like a tired god into mysterious seas.<\/p>\n

The robes of mortal thinking were cast down<\/p>\n

Leaving his knowledge bare to absolute sight;<\/p>\n

Fate’s driving ceased and Nature’s sleepless spur:<\/p>\n

The athlete heavings of the will were stilled<\/p>\n

In the Omnipotent’s unmoving peace.<\/p>\n

Life in his members lay down vast and mute;<\/p>\n

Naked, unwalled, unterrified it bore<\/p>\n

The immense regard of Immortality.<\/p>\n

The last movement died and all at once grew still.<\/p>\n

A weight that was the unseen Transcendent’s hand<\/p>\n

Laid on his limbs the
\nspirit’s measureless seal,<\/p>\n

Infinity swallowed him into shoreless trance.<\/p>\n

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As one who sets his sail towards mysteried shores<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

Back from mind’s foaming surface to the Vasts<\/p>\n

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

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

Beyond the sight, the
\nlast support of form,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pure and untouched
\nabove the mortal play<\/p>\n

Is spread the spirit’s hushed immobile air.<\/p>\n

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

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There is the stable force of all that moves;<\/p>\n

There the aeonic labourer is at rest.<\/p>\n

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

No giant mechanism watched by a soul;<\/p>\n

There creaks no fate-turned huge machinery;<\/p>\n

The marriage of evil with good within one breast,<\/p>\n

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

The dangerous pain of life’s experiment<\/p>\n

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

The peril of mind’s gamble, throwing our lives<\/p>\n

As stake in a wager of indifferent gods<\/p>\n

And the shifting lights and shadows of the idea<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

Life’s steps a stumbling series without suit,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

There only reigns the
\nSpirit’s motionless power<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

There are no stumbling and half-seeing lives<\/p>\n

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

No suffering of hearts compelled to beat<\/p>\n

In bodies of the inert Inconscient’s make.<\/p>\n

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

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

For ever fixed upon Truth’s giant base<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Apart, at peace above creation’s stir,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

A Life too boundless for the play in
\nspace,<\/p>\n

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

He felt the extinction of the world’s long pain,<\/p>\n

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

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

On the cosmic murmur primal loneliness fell,<\/p>\n

Annulled was the contact formed with time-born things,<\/p>\n

Empty grew Nature’s wide community.<\/p>\n

All things were brought back to their formless seed,<\/p>\n

The world was silent for a cyclic hour.<\/p>\n

Although the afflicted Nature he had left<\/p>\n

Maintained beneath him her broad numberless fields,<\/p>\n

Her enormous act, receding, failed remote<\/p>\n

As if a soulless dream at last had ceased.<\/p>\n

No voice came down from the high
\nsilences,<\/p>\n

None answered from her desolate solitudes.<\/p>\n

A stillness of cessation reigned, the wide<\/p>\n

Immortal hush before the gods
\nwere born;<\/p>\n

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

The veiled Transcendent’s ultimate decree.<\/p>\n

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

As if a sea exploring
\nits own depths;<\/p>\n

A living Oneness widened at its core<\/p>\n

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

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

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Caught all into a sole immense embrace;<\/p>\n

Existence found its truth on Oneness’ breast<\/p>\n

And each became the self and space of all.<\/p>\n

The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,<\/p>\n

To feel was a flame-discovery of God,<\/p>\n

All mind was a single harp of many strings,<\/p>\n

All life a song of many meeting lives;<\/p>\n

For worlds were many, but the Self was one.<\/p>\n

This knowledge was
\nnow made a cosmos’ seed:<\/p>\n

This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

And from the naked Spirit’s victory<\/p>\n

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

Incalculable outflowing infinitudes<\/p>\n

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

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

Worlds where the being is unbound and wide<\/p>\n

Bodied unthinkably
\nthe egoless Self,<\/p>\n

Rapture of beatific energies<\/p>\n

Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a single joy;<\/p>\n

White vasts were seen where all is wrapped in all.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Each was unique but took all lives as
\nits own,<\/p>\n

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

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

A splendid centre of infinity’s whirl<\/p>\n

Pushed to its zenith’s height, its last expanse,<\/p>\n

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

Repeated in its
\nnumberless other selves.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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In a rapturous multiplication’s sum,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

It showed a thousand aspects of itself,<\/p>\n

Its luminous immutable stability<\/p>\n

Upbore on a changeless ground for ever safe,<\/p>\n

Compelled to a spontaneous servitude,<\/p>\n

The ever-changing incalculable steps,<\/p>\n

The seeming-reckless dance’s subtle plan<\/p>\n

Of immense world-forces in their perfect play.<\/p>\n

Appearance looked back to its hidden truth<\/p>\n

And made of difference oneness’ smiling play;<\/p>\n

It made all persons fractions of the Unique,<\/p>\n

Yet all were being’s secret integers.<\/p>\n

All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love<\/p>\n

In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace.<\/p>\n

Identity’s reconciling happiness gave<\/p>\n

A rich security to difference.<\/p>\n

On a meeting line of hazardous extremes<\/p>\n

The Game of games was played to its breaking point,<\/p>\n

Where through self-finding by divine self-loss<\/p>\n

There leaps out unity’s supreme delight<\/p>\n

Whose blissful undivided sweetness feels<\/p>\n

A commonality of the Absolute.<\/p>\n

There was no sob of suffering anywhere;<\/p>\n

Experience ran from point to point of joy:<\/p>\n

Bliss was the pure undying truth of things.<\/p>\n

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

A wisdom worked in all, self-moved, self-sure,<\/p>\n

A plenitude of illimitable Light,<\/p>\n

An authenticity of intuitive Truth,<\/p>\n

A glory and passion of creative Force.<\/p>\n

Infallible, leaping from eternity, <\/p>\n

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The moment’s thought
\ninspired the passing act,<\/p>\n

A word, a laughter sprang from Silence’ breast,<\/p>\n

A rhythm of Beauty in the calm of Space,<\/p>\n

A Knowledge in the fathomless heart of Time.<\/p>\n

All turned to all without reserve’s recoil:<\/p>\n

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

Love was a close and thrilled identity<\/p>\n

In the throbbing heart of all that luminous life.<\/p>\n

A universal vision that unites,<\/p>\n

A sympathy of nerve replying to nerve,<\/p>\n

Hearing that listens to thought’s inner sound<\/p>\n

And follows the rhythmic meanings of the heart,<\/p>\n

A touch that needs not hands to feel, to clasp,<\/p>\n

Were there the native means of consciousness<\/p>\n

And heightened the intimacy of soul with soul.<\/p>\n

A grand orchestra of spiritual powers,<\/p>\n

A diapason of soul interchange<\/p>\n

Harmonised a oneness deep, immeasurable.<\/p>\n

In these new worlds projected he became<\/p>\n

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

A station of the all-inhabiting light,<\/p>\n

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

His mind answered to countless communing minds,<\/p>\n

His words were syllables of the cosmos’ speech,<\/p>\n

His life a field of the vast cosmic stir.<\/p>\n

He felt the footsteps of a million wills<\/p>\n

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

A stream ever new-born that never dies,<\/p>\n

Caught in its thousandfold current’s ravishing flow,<\/p>\n

With its eddies of immortal sweetness thrilled,<\/p>\n

He bore coiling through his members as they passed<\/p>\n

Calm movements of interminable delight,<\/p>\n

The bliss of a myriad myriads who are one.<\/p>\n

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In this vast outbreak of perfection’s law<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

An image cast by one deep truth’s absolute,<\/p>\n

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

Each gave its powers to help its neighbours’ parts,<\/p>\n

But suffered no diminution by the gift;<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His beauty, power, delight creation’s cause.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

The Spirit’s white neutrality became<\/p>\n

A playground of miracles, a rendezvous<\/p>\n

For the secret powers of a mystic Timelessness:<\/p>\n

It made of space a marvel house of God,<\/p>\n

It poured through Time its works of ageless might,<\/p>\n

Unveiled seen as a luring rapturous face <\/p>\n

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The wonder and beauty of its Love and Force.<\/p>\n

The eternal Goddess moved in her cosmic house<\/p>\n

Sporting with God as a Mother with her child:<\/p>\n

To him the universe was her bosom of love,<\/p>\n

His toys were the immortal verities.<\/p>\n

All here self-lost had there its divine place.<\/p>\n

The Powers that here betray our hearts and err,<\/p>\n

Were there sovereign in truth, perfect in joy,<\/p>\n

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

Possessors of their own infinitude.<\/p>\n

There Mind, a splendid sun of vision’s rays,<\/p>\n

Shaped substance by the glory of its thoughts<\/p>\n

And moved amidst the grandeur of its dreams.<\/p>\n

Imagination’s great ensorcelling rod<\/p>\n

Summoned the unknown and gave to it a home,<\/p>\n

Outspread luxuriantly in golden air<\/p>\n

Truth’s iris-coloured wings of fantasy,<\/p>\n

Or sang to the intuitive heart of joy<\/p>\n

Wonder’s dream-notes that bring the Real close.<\/p>\n

Its Power that makes the unknowable near and true,<\/p>\n

In the temple of the ideal shrined the One:<\/p>\n

It peopled thought and mind and happy sense<\/p>\n

Filled with bright aspects of the might of God<\/p>\n

And living persons of the one Supreme,<\/p>\n

The speech that voices the ineffable,<\/p>\n

The ray revealing unseen Presences,<\/p>\n

The virgin forms through which the Formless shines,<\/p>\n

The Word that ushers divine experience<\/p>\n

And the Ideas that crowd the Infinite.<\/p>\n

There was no gulf
\nbetween the thought and fact;<\/p>\n

Ever they replied like bird to calling bird;<\/p>\n

The will obeyed the
\nthought, the act the will,<\/p>\n

There was a harmony woven twixt soul and soul.<\/p>\n

A marriage with eternity divinised Time.<\/p>\n

There Life pursued unwearied of her sport,<\/p>\n

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

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The bright adventure of God’s game of chance.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brought new creations for the thought’s surprise<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There Matter is the Spirit’s firm density,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A net for the constant lightnings of the spirit,<\/p>\n

A magnet power of love’s intensity<\/p>\n

Whose yearning throb and adoration’s cry<\/p>\n

Drew God’s approaches close, sweet, wonderful.<\/p>\n

Its solidity was a mass of heavenly make;<\/p>\n

Its fixity and sweet permanence of charm<\/p>\n

Made a bright pedestal for felicity.<\/p>\n

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

Prolonged the nearness of soul’s clasp with soul;<\/p>\n

Its warm play of external sight and touch<\/p>\n

Reflected the glow and thrill of the heart’s joy,<\/p>\n

Mind’s climbing brilliant thoughts, the spirit’s bliss;<\/p>\n

Life’s rapture kept for ever its flame and cry.<\/p>\n

All that now passes lived immortal there<\/p>\n

In the proud beauty and fine harmony<\/p>\n

Of Matter plastic to spiritual light.<\/p>\n

Its ordered hours proclaimed the eternal Law;<\/p>\n

Vision reposed on a safety of deathless forms;<\/p>\n

Time was Eternity’s transparent robe.<\/p>\n

An architect hewing out self’s living rock,<\/p>\n

Phenomenon built Reality’s summer-house<\/p>\n

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

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

Their parallels and
\nyet their opposites<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

A spirit ignorant of the world it made,<\/p>\n

Obscured by Matter, travestied by Life,<\/p>\n

Struggles to emerge, to be free, to know and reign;<\/p>\n

These were close-tied in one disharmony,<\/p>\n

Yet the divergent lines met not at all.<\/p>\n

Three Powers governed its irrational course, <\/p>\n

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In the beginning an unknowing Force,<\/p>\n

In the middle an embodied striving soul,<\/p>\n

In its end a silent spirit denying life.<\/p>\n

A dull and infelicitous interlude<\/p>\n

Unrolls its dubious truth to a questioning Mind<\/p>\n

Compelled by the ignorant Power to play its part<\/p>\n

And to record her inconclusive tale,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Merged into the Unknowable’s mystery,<\/p>\n

Leave unfulfilled the world’s miraculous fate.<\/p>\n

As yet thought only some high spirit’s dream<\/p>\n

Or a vexed illusion in man’s toiling mind,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Eternal’s wonders join the dance of Time.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A fragile copy of the spirit’s shell,<\/p>\n

His body gathered into mystic sleep.<\/p>\n

A foreign shape it seemed, a mythic shade.<\/p>\n

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

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

Then memory climbed to him from the striving planes<\/p>\n

Bringing a cry from once-loved cherished things,<\/p>\n

And to the cry as to its own lost call<\/p>\n

A ray replied from the occult Supreme.<\/p>\n

For even there the boundless Oneness dwells.<\/p>\n

To its own sight unrecognisable,<\/p>\n

It lived still sunk in its own tenebrous seas,<\/p>\n

Upholding the world’s inconscient unity<\/p>\n

Hidden in Matter’s insentient multitude.<\/p>\n

This seed-self sown in the Indeterminate<\/p>\n

Forfeits its glory of divinity,<\/p>\n

Concealing the omnipotence of its Force,<\/p>\n

Concealing the omniscience of its Soul;<\/p>\n

An agent of its own transcendent Will,<\/p>\n

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

Accepting error, sorrow, death and pain,<\/p>\n

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

Redeeming by its substance Nature’s fall.<\/p>\n

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

Into earth’s passionate obscurity<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

There was a dim response, a distant breath;<\/p>\n

All had not ceased in the unbounded hush.<\/p>\n

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

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

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Abandoned it lay, alone, imperishable,<\/p>\n

Immobile with excess of passionate will,<\/p>\n

His living, sacrificed and offered heart<\/p>\n

Absorbed in adoration mystical,<\/p>\n

Turned to its far-off fount of light and love.<\/p>\n

In the luminous stillness of its mute appeal<\/p>\n

It looked up to the heights it could not see;<\/p>\n

It yearned from the longing depths it could not leave.<\/p>\n

In the centre of its vast and fateful trance<\/p>\n

Half way between his free and fallen selves,<\/p>\n

Interceding twixt God’s day and the mortal’s night,<\/p>\n

Accepting worship as its single law,<\/p>\n

Accepting bliss as the sole cause of things,<\/p>\n

Refusing the austere joy which none can share,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All else was satisfied with quietude;<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Which tolerates the world’s error and its grief,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

This was the fiery point that called her now.<\/p>\n

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

Its seeing filled the blank of mind and will;<\/p>\n

Thought dead, its changeless force abode and grew.<\/p>\n

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

To which some moved tranquillity was the key, <\/p>\n

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It persevered through life’s huge emptiness<\/p>\n

Amid the blank denials of the world.<\/p>\n

It sent its voiceless prayer to the Unknown<\/p>\n

It listened for the footsteps of its hopes<\/p>\n

Returning through the void immensities,<\/p>\n

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

That comes through the still self from the Supreme.<\/p>\n

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End of Canto Three <\/p>\n

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