What is Truth ? A gelong the query, "What is truth?" To catch on an ecstatic tongue The answer that keeps men ever young, Men lose their youth! Wrinkling and gray, we lapse to the ground— Eyes dim, mouth pale, hands helpless grown. The answer that brings all rapture's tone Is never found.... Never—until the eyelids drop, The mouth falls silent suddenly: Alone the hands, a blind dumb cry, Are lifted up, As though to explore strange voids of sleep Hanging beyond all universe, Calm spaces no astronomer's Long glass can sweep— Invisible infinity Where dream, like perfect stars, the pure A

Unbirthed Agrip is broken loose Within my chest— Titan steel jointures part Their deep-grey rest In some blind cosmic plan Solidding night To crypt the fire that is man, To dungeon the height His dreamful mind remembers . . . With a shining start, Suddenly rapture-russet, A hammer is the heart! Golden beat upon beat Wounds the black room, Like a burst of rhythmic suns Through vaulted gloom. Ruined is the house of birth, Time's steel is scrap, And where the Shadow brooded Is a glowing gap. Eagles of truth sweep down With their prophecies, Doves of divine desire Wing u

Greatness of Earth G reatnessof earth—high mountain, ocean deep— God's solar zenith, watching it, shall find No difference ' twixt small thinker and huge mind! Between sea-level andthe Himalaya's leap, Between shore-level and the Pacific's plunge, Full five miles stretch-five miles that ever sound Marvellous, the earth's sublime, the earth's profound, But a mere nought the astronomers expunge From calculation of the grandeured gap Across which throws the pure transcendent noon Its shadow-banishing universal boon As if the uneven earth were a single lap! The Glory and the Power beyond all clay, Poised in a mystic vac

Artist Almighty How shall mortality's grey golden to God?. . . Behind earth's law a luminous liberty laughs. O it can break a lotus from blind stone, A sun from voidnesses of midnight's black! Our life is a divine desire's domain: Over us lords a splendouring secrecy— Eternal wizard of the absolute eye, Artist almighty, colour's infinite Czar. Within him all things grow one single self: The universal harmony of his heart Gives him the power to paint man's body anew: He keeps the bright salvation of our clay. But 'twixt his freedom and our fixities A vast blank washing each time-hue away Hangs its miraculous sleep

-060_^O moslem men^.htm "O Moslem Men..." "O moslem men, keep all your gazes down!" Cries the firm law to the fire-heart of love: The dusky earth shall ease the crimson ache And pull the outflung arms to a limp rest. But ever the dawn-break of woman's smile Calls us to pink horizons of delight, And vain the stern will of the moralist Who, chaining thought to the soil's reticence, Would curb the flame within from leaping far! How shall such fetter soothe life's huge desire? No cure is here for those wide open wounds, The eyes smitten with wonder and witchery. Alone the mystic comes with healing hands. Uplifting them, he shows the true releas

Fate of the Psyche Pierced by a shaft Of golden ray From a sky that laughed Through endless day, The human heart Has hung impaled Midway the dart Come from the Unveiled To the hidden house Below the earth, Where angels drowse, Padlocked from mirth. Like some bright key To that lost room, The pole's reverie Wakes the God-gloom. The captived cry Of heaven to heaven Lifts from hell's eye Where time has striven Vainly to reach The eternal noon. The silvering speech Climbs—a festoon— The silent bar Planted upright Between the sun-star And the fl

The Golden Hand A golden hand has plucked the deep heart's string To outward space, but a dark hand has kept It ever drawn away from the inward rest. How shall it tremble into melody If never the grip lets go? The plucking power Was meant for music, not for the outward's spell . . . Nor must the string be loosened to fall asleep After one ravishing note uttering all heaven: The rapturous rest was made to be pulled forth, Since not else God can grow world-harmony. A traffic to and fro 'twixt heaven and earth And not earth-tension or heaven-calm is the goal. Music for ever, music above all, Music to marry the two extr

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. 11-5-48 Page-7

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:

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