Seated Above SEATED above in a measureless trance of truth— A thunder wearing the lightning's streak of smile, A lonely monolith of frozen fire, Sole pyramid piercing to the vast of the One— Waits Shiva throned on an all-supporting void. Wing after wing smites to the cosmic sky. Gathering flame-speed out of their own wild heart— That tunnel of dream through the body's swoon of rock— They find their home in this sweet silent Face With the terrible brain that bursts to a hammer of heaven And deluges hell with mercies without end. The abysmal night opens its secret smile And all the world cries out it is the dawn! 9-5-48 Page-1

The Tone of the True A myriad voices Quiver and leap Out of our being's Myriad deep. How shall we gather The tone of the True From such a chaos Of the heart's hue? Mind cannot gauge Vermilion, Carmine or scarlet, Damask or dun, Shades of desire Self-uttering— Strange heavens and hells That suddenly fling Reasonless reveries Longing to make Our body their crater Of fierce flame-break. One colour of colours That cry from the dark Is the song all time Has waited to hark; But sly are the powers Burning within And well can they wear The angel's m

Vastness O vastness waiting for my small heart's touch To bare the beat of your colossal heart Hidden behind that hush of mountain-rock! Piled with an ageless love is your grey poise, But all a dreaming distance till we stretch Our hands with a cry no granite gloom can crush; Then like an echo million times rolled back Come the same yearning tones and the aloof Eternities enfold the limbs that die... Now life is a circling sea of skies afloat, Chanting one truth whose rhythms are numberless, Each wave a dragon of the Infinite Waking from the sleep that is omniscience Plunged in its own abyss of nectar-light. And though

-054_ Behind man^s form.htm Behind Man's Form I have seen the inmost truth behind man's form. No man it is but a multi-mooded wonder Of reasonless beauty and strength: his brain an eagle, His heart a tiger, his belly an elephant, His legs the great trunks of two baobabs! The sun-stare and the pinions of wide dream, The warm magnificence of leaping love, The endurance that abysses every pain, The blind unbreakable poise on primal earth— All these are born from a subhuman life Lighted up by a superhuman soul, The mere man nothing but a mask of mind Behind which mysteries below, beyond, Are caught together. . .The eagle shall grow one With a secrec

When ? When shall my heart be broken By the horizon-pull of the witcheried waves of twilight Or the world-silencing slaughter that is sunset? Till then the god is unwoken Who dreams in the crushing splendour or the shy light And grips the heart flame-gold or distantly duns it. O ears, sink deep when you listen To the downward sighing spiral of dead leaves Or the waterfall dragging the mountain away! Lose, little eyes, your glisten: All shimmers, grandeurs, far plunges and near heaves Find their own secrets in the nameless Night-Day Wearing a crown that dazzles time aswoon, Bearing a robe that darkens space asleep— Locked in

God-Grades Space is the infinite of God's witness Self Permitting the endless will of God that is time; But still the twin near glories shine apart. Beyond them burns a mingle of mysteries— Divinity reaches every goal at once And a boundless Eye draws into its living deeps The distances of future and of past— Time merged in space through a supracosmic fire. Beyond even this intense totality Is the freedom of an all-forgetting light: No space, no time, no four-dimensional muse. Yet the pure Being rapt in its own immense Marks not the sovereign term. Outtopping each Grade, dwells a lustre of absolute victory: Three golden faces o

Not Far Enough Not far enough our mystic soul has strained. Above thought's flicker, the mind—a trance of truth— Grows a white ether which embraces all; Still higher a life of lone beatitude That knows all things by knowing its own self; But highest a calm secret more intense Than mind's epiphany, life's apocalypse, Than infinite truth or timeless ecstasy— Sheer God, at once eternity and earth! In this ineffable extreme our soul Finds the pure substance of the undying One, Catches the power that proves the deepest gloom A veiled beauty brighter than widest day, And comes back with the alchemic touch that turns Even fl

Cosmic Rhythms Now cosmic rhythms are a laughter in my pulse, For the heart stands back immense and knows no aim, Cool core of a body of tortuous paths to power. My blood is the singing attar of that Rose Rooted in rest beyond all universe. Seraphs are crossing my brain that is wonder-wide Smiling to see even here an Eye like the sun, And, where they halt, my love's touch breaks out wings. All is perfection, thought and word and tune, Because the Ineffable shines through each interspace. 11-5-48 Page-5

Mystic Mountains The Alps soar to lone pinnacles of light, Intensities of isolated trance, An upward rush of separate sanctities The mind can cherish in its narrow sight And worship with its flitting wonderment. But O the thought-bewildering wall of white Outrunning the extremes of human gaze, Vanishing to the right, fading to the left And lifting a universe of dreaming ice, A vast virginity with no gap in God To let the world's familiar face yearn through— All life plucked from its level loiterings To one dense danger of divinity, A sheer leap everywhere of soul made rock Of rapture unperturbable by time—

The Terror and the Tyranny A demon's grip is the wide universe— Unending space and termless time, yet each Distance and day hold ever the same heart-break! Sunlight falls like a fire-whip on the flesh: From pulse-throb to small quivering pulse-throb Our life keeps running neath that titan stroke. And every star opens a wound of dream In the unescapable gloom that is our soul. Even beauty is a rainbow hung on tears. . . . But through the terror and the tyranny And yet the blind defiance by our blood A wondrous word steals out in lonely calms When on itself man's mind looks with long gaze And broods on the secret