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The Only Way
Do not cross the ancient bridgeway,
Lest your pale feet bleed;
So sharp, so fine the razor's edging,
White purity we need.
There's but one way to make the journey,
Without the abysmal slide;
Let Grace Herself become the crossing,
And Love Divine your guide.
Nor venture lone the ancient stairway
To reach that world of gold;
These rough steps rise to dizzy spaces,
Your feet will lose their hold.
No man may scale this giddy skyway,
Alone and pure of pride;
Let Grace Herself become the climbing,
And Love Divine your guide.
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Enchanter
Praised be Thou who touchest me
With Thy wand of ecstasy:
When the seven meanings pass
Through the lucencies of glass,
Twining to a rod of white
Drawn unto Thy Sun-delight;
When the tranced moon-waters roll,
In the caverns of the soul,
Deep reverberations stored
Of the laughter of the Lord;
When the stars of destiny
Break their Karmic seals and free
In the being's living breath
Secrecies of life and death,
Placing in my hands the key
Of Thy folded mystery; —
Sweet Enchanter, round me close
Magic circlets of Thy Rose.
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Night and Unknowing
Night and unknowing:
first, the ignorance with its trooping, tripping joys,
small joys that gleam a promise of bliss and perish,
and much ignorant suffering — pain without meaning,
pain fruitless, the pain of matter, — futility. ...
And then frustration and unknowing yet meaninged pain,
lamentations and a quiet mourning of the spirit
for things unrealised,
pain of bewilderment, then a pain of promise,
but deeper yet
for the unconsciousness of spirit,
its faint lights and rights, its sleep, its numbness;
dark sorrow in the night, night out in the forest,
with snake-bite and prowling murder
and fear tha
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Maya
Your puzzles and pretences
Escape my new-learnt skill;
How many more wild senses
Must I unravel still?
O stop this hectic spreeing,
And give to me the bliss
Of your most pure white being,
— O Love, my Love, just this.
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Our Choice
When the words of Knowledge come,
We stuff our ears with jazz and pop,
And listen to guitar and drum;
With folly's cotton-wool we stop
The songs within us, and rejoice
Over our modern uncouth choice.
And often when a seer deep
Comes by some wisdom to impart,
We choke the air with banter cheap,
And suffocate the waiting heart;
And think how very cleverly
We've shut out immortality.
This is the way our world goes round,
Full speed in giddy pomp and show;
Our ignorance remains profound,
While we believe and boast we know.
God knows! we choose the deepest hole,
To break our neck or wreck our soul.
The Ordinance
Your hands once wrote their potent will
Upon my brow of trance;
The fire-script burns and glimmers still,
A dire ordinance.
It bids me to explore the night,
(For the day's tasks are done),
Go through the rock-doors and ignite
Down there the Fire, the Sun.
But I have neither strength nor skill,
And my frail eyes cannot see.
Are You then there? is it Your will?
Where will I find the key?
Will night's black scroll be ever unfurled?
The music of the Word,
The meaning of the hidden world
Within us ever be heard?
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On the Pathway
Across the fields of twilit grasses, you have
come to share my dream,
O brother of the haunting echoes, soon our souls
will be a gleam
Out-flung upon the blue-grey spaces, cleansed
within the cooling mist,
And shining white with pureness we shall move
towards the promised Tryst...
The shades of evening stir and gather, quiet in
the templed woods,
Where Peace dwells, a silent saint, and ever
on their beauty broods;
We walk within the dark green chambers, seeking
for the altar-throne,
Through miles and miles of branch-built aisles,
that keep their secret cold and lone.
The paths are filled with age
Moon-vigil
Within tonight's moon-vigil,
Open, O lotus heart;
White peace is over the waters,
The darkness cleaves apart
To shining caves of being,
Spaces of endless light,
Illumined through the ages
By moons beyond our sight. ...
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Figures of Light
Consider how behind the darkness
Ever those wondrous figures gleam,
All clothed in light and tender beauty,
And haunt us in the paths of dream.
Radiant with love and silent wisdom,
They move within our hearts and minds,
Sustain and sanctify our being,
And cut the knots our Karma binds.
Eternal strength, eternal patience,
Carry our stumblings through earth's night;
Soft hands of Grace and deep compassion
Open the gateways of delight.
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Let me come back
Now if the debt is paid, the piled arrears
Of ancient follies strung on the Karmic chain,
Let me come back, let white light break again
Through these thick walls, and Agni's flame-blades pierce
The dead hard blocks. Burn up the tears, the fears,
Restore the purity of heart and brain,
Release the yearning spirit pent in pain,
And cleanse the clots of all the wounded years.
Let me come back. Annul the black decree,
The brand upon my soul burnt by your Will,
The being's labour in the fields of night.
Is not the exile over? How long still
Must I thus linger? Is it fair or right?
— Let me come back to you.