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Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/Time.htm
Time
Mystery before and Mystery behind,
A nothing Now, a tremble and a fall—
God of the future, Devil of the past,
Man of the meaningless moment—here I stand.
Great thought is all; life is a shell by the sea.
When the great thought knows Him who moves in the deep,
Joining the Self to the Self across the Self,
come, Gone and Now are the Flame that licks up Time.
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Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/Wondrous chameleon.htm
Wondrous Chameleon
No creature of rare moments white and gold
Nor powered with a few flashes of wizardry
But claiming each life-light as heaven's own,
The soul sits smiling in the heart of time.
Wondrous chameleon equal to all hues,
Spurning no mood as void of the perfect dream,
It breaks forth everywhere the epiphany:
Out of its miracled deep it can lay bare
With selfsame beauty of omnipotent ease
The aureate Eternal, the argent Infinite,
The grey God and the black Beatitude!
Stainless, it makes of the most shadowy tones
Ineffable mysteries of a deathless fire. . . .
Each gaze divine, it leaps to every lure:
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/Voice from the wideness.htm
Voice front the Wideness
A voice of myriad raptures with one soul,
Hum of a measureless bee drunk with all flowers,
Borne by a secret wind through night and day,
Thrills from the wideness of the universe
To an inmost silence lifting hands of prayer.
The multitudinous call of transient things
Comes perfumed now from an eternal deep
And grows the breath of some far silver flute
Playing a dream of earth's divinity.
From everywhere it blows, yet like a word
Brought delicately on a smile of trance
By some vast lover to the loved one's ear—
No name, but the rumour of a nameless fire,
A tremulous tongue of golden myst
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/O who shall tame the tarpan.htm
O Who
Shall Tame the Tarpan?*
A who shall tame the tarpan,
Horse of wild Tartary?
No word of wisdom in his ear
Blows out the fire in his eye!
He tosses off the saddle,
He never brooks the bit—
His snort at the earth comes
clamouring
For a freedom infinite.
Out of the wastes of passion
He brings within his soul
A brutal beauty none can
break:
Earth-life is not his goal.
He shakes up all our
slumber,
He tramples on our light;
So deep his hoof-prints that
they seem
A scorn of heaven's height.
But the vast and pathless
places
He longs for are a love
Lost when he
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/Two moons.htm
Two Moons
Over an endless groove that plunges and plunges,
The globed liberties of the silver Calm
Rejoice aloof from the all-engulfing pain.
Against the background of that mystic Moon
Roar the infinitude seas, the eternity hills
Volcano to the Hush. Mere mocks in our sky,
Stand the bare craters and the deep dry beds,
Children of the burning pallor of mortal love.
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Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/White stallion.htm
White Stallion
White stallion champing the barley
Of silent bliss—
Gathering into thy heart's
Vermilion abyss
A power outrunning time,
As if to a witching west
Out of a wizard east
Racing were one with rest,
A calm that suddenly views
Here grown to There,
A wide-awake sleep devouring
Aeons with a single stare!
Fastest of all the flames
Born of the Cave beyond sight,
Bringing on starry nostrils
A neigh that is night—
Carrier of immortality
Between blue wings,
Yet hooved with a hurry to spurn
Imperishable things—
On all the tracks of truth
Speed without peer,
But unappeas
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/Beneath ,above.htm
Beneath , Above
My dawn's first look, the last look of my night
Are a small window framing one slim tree,
The mid-trunk visible, a groping brown,
The top and base a secret to my sight.
One pace from bed, in the morning of the mind
Or in the heart's nocturnal glimmer and grey,
Shows me the stem below, the leaves on high,
A birth in clay, in void air a long search.
But there's a cry from some great window lost:
"Look not for truth without, truth lives within!". .
Across the lonely strangenesses of sleep
Looms a far vision that is night nor day:
Between my drowse and my awakening,
The tree is an Omniscience at blind play—
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/From 8th may to 8th august.htm
From 8th May to 8th August
Forsake me not, Sweet Power!
Make my life music with Thy kiss—
I pray that if one hour
Be without breath of Thy blue bliss,
Let it be like the stop of a flute
Where a master finger turns mute
The magic air, that air may stream
A perfect shape of the heart's dream
Through other stops, and with each stifle free
More subtle tones of the Infinite Mystery.
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Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/Name after name.htm
Name after Name
Name after name I give to God:
Sublime or sweet are they—
More magical than birth of stars,
Mightier than death of day.
Like some great lion stretched below
The horizon of the west,
His gold magnificence I see,
Dazzling itself to rest.
Like some huge harmony of swans
Sprung from a sable sleep,
Hangs the far vigil of white love
His infinite mysteries keep.
He stands, a rapture-haunted hill
From which vast perfume blows—
A hill upon whose summit drops
A sky that is all rose.
He calls, a sea whose thunder is light,
A truth-revealing sound,
As though the abyss of a million dre
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Amal Kiran (K D Sethna)/English/The Adventure Of The Apocalypse/the master.htm
The Master
Bard rhyming earth to paradise,
Time-conqueror with prophet eyes,
Body of upright flawless fire,
Star-strewing hands that never tire—
In Him at last earth-groupings reach
Omniscient calm, omnipotent speech,
Love omnipresent without ache!
Does still a stone that cannot wake
Keep hurling through your mortal mind
Its challenge at the epiphany?
If you would see this blindness break,
Follow the heart's humility—
Question not with your shallow gaze
The Infinite focussed in that face,
But, when the unshadowed limbs go by,
Touch with your brow the white footfall:
A rhythm profound shall silence all!
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