(S 1)
All here where each thing seems its lonely self
Are figures of the sole transcendent One
Only by him they are, his breath is their life;
An unseen Presence moulds the oblivious clay.
(S 2)
525 A playmate in the mighty Mother’s game, EoS
One came upon the dubious whirling globe
To hide from her pursuit in force and form.
(S 3)
A secret spirit in the Inconscient’s’ sleep,
A shapeless Energy, a voiceless Word,
He was here before the elements could emerge,
Before there was light of mind or life could breathe.
(S 4)
Accomplice of her cosmic huge pretence,
His semblances he turns to real shapes
And makes the symbol equal with the truth:
He gives to his timeless thoughts a form in Time.
(S 5)
He is the substance, he the self of things;
She has forged from him her works of skill and might:
She wraps him in the magic of her moods
And makes of his myriad truths her countless dreams.
(S 6)
540 The Master of being has come down to her,
An immortal child born in the fugitive years.
(S 7)
In objects wrought, in the persons she conceives,
Dreaming she chases her idea of him,
And catches here a look and there a gest:
Ever he repeats in them his ceaseless births.
(S 8)
He is the Maker and the world he made, EoS
He is the vision and he is the Seer ;
He is himself the actor and the act,
He is himself the knower and the known,
550 He is himself the dreamer and the dream.
(S 9)
There are Two who are One and play in many worlds;
In Knowledge and Ignorance they have spoken and met
And light and darkness are their eyes’ interchange;
Our pleasure and pain are their wrestle and embrace,
Our deeds, our hopes are intimate to their tale;
They are married secretly in our thought and life.
(S 10)
The universe is an endless masquerade:
For nothing here is utterly what it seems;
It is a dream-fact vision of a truth
Which but for the dream would not be wholly true,
A phenomenon stands out significant
Against dim backgrounds of eternity;
We accept its face and pass by all it means;
A part is seen, we take it for the whole.
(S 11)
Thus have they made their play with us for roles:
Author and actor with himself as scene,
He moves there as the Soul, as Nature she.
(S 12)
Here on the earth where we must fill our parts,
We know not how shall run the drama’s course;
570 Our uttered sentences veil in their thought.
(S 13)
Her mighty plan she holds back from our sight:
She has concealed her glory and her bliss
And disguised the Love and Wisdom in her heart;
Of all the marvel and beauty that are hers,
575 Only a darkened little we can feel.
(S 14)
He too wears a diminished godhead here; EoS
He has forsaken his omnipotence,
His calm he has foregone and infinity.
(S 15)
He knows her only, he has forgotten himself;
580 To her he abandons all to make her great.
(S 16)
He hopes in her to find himself anew,
Incarnate, wedding his infinity’s peace
To her creative passion’s ecstasy.
(S 17)
Although possessor of the earth and heavens,
585 He leaves to her the cosmic management
And watches all, the Witness of her scene.
(S 18)
A supernumerary on her stage,
He speaks no words or hides behind the wings.
(S 19)
He takes birth in her world, waits on her will,
Divines her enigmatic gesture’s sense,
The fluctuating chance turns of her mood,
Works out her meanings she seems not to know
And serves her secret purpose in long Time.
(S 20)
As one too great for him he worships her;
He adores her as his regent of desire,
He yields to her as the mover of his will,
He burns the incense of his nights and days
Offering his life, a splendour of sacrifice.
(S 21)
A rapt solicitor for her love and grace,
600 His bliss in her to him is his whole world:
He grows through her in all his being’s powers;
(S 22)
Or, a courtier in her countless retinue,
Content to be with her and feel her near
He makes the most of the little that she gives
And all she does drapes with his own delight.
(S 23)
A glance can make his whole day wonderful,
A word from her lips with happiness wings the hours.
(S 24)
He leans on her for all he does and is:
He builds on her largesses his proud fortunate days
And trails his peacock-plumaged joy of life
And suns in the glory of her passing smile.
(S 25)
In a thousand ways he serves her royal needs;
He makes the hours pivot around her will,
615 Makes all reflect her whims; all is their play:
This whole wide world is only he and she.