But meanwhile all is a shadow cast by a dream
And to the musing and immobile spirit
Life and himself don the aspect of a myth,
785 The burden of a long unmeaning tale.
(S 2)
For the key is hid and by the Inconscient kept;
EoS
The secret God beneath the threshold dwells.
(S 3)
In a body obscuring the immortal Spirit
A nameless Resident vesting unseen powers
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With Matter’s shapes and motives beyond thought
And the hazard of an unguessed consequence,
An omnipotent indiscernible Influence,
He sits, unfelt by the form in which he lives
And veils his knowledge by the groping mind.
(S 4)
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A wanderer in a world his thoughts have made,
He turns in a chiaroscuro of error and truth
To find a wisdom that on high is his.
(S 5)
As one forgetting he searches for himself; EoS
As if he had lost an inner light he seeks:
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As a sojourner lingering amid alien scenes
He journeys to a home he knows no more.
(S 6)
His own self’s truth he seeks who is the Truth;
He is the Player who became the play,
He is the Thinker who became the thought;
805 He is the many who was the silent One.
(S 7)
In the symbol figures of the cosmic Force
And in her living and inanimate signs
And in her complex tracery of events
He explores the ceaseless miracle of himself,
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Till the thousandfold enigma has been solved
In the single light of an all-witnessing Soul.
(S 8)
This was his compact with his mighty mate, EoS
For love of her and joined to her for ever
To follow the course of Time’s eternity,
815 Amid magic dramas of her sudden moods
And the surprises of her masked Idea
And the vicissitudes of her vast caprice.
(S 9)
Two seem his goals, yet ever are they one EoS
And gaze at each other over bourneless Time;
820 Spirit and Matter are their end and source.
(S 10)
A seeker of hidden meanings in life’s forms, EoS
Of the great Mother’s wide uncharted will
And the rude enigma of her terrestrial ways
He is the explorer and the mariner
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On a secret inner ocean without bourne:
He is the adventurer and cosmologist
Of a magic earth’s obscure geography.
(S 11)
In her material order’s fixed design
Where all seems sure and, even when changed, the same,
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Even though the end is left for ever unknown
And ever unstable is life’s shifting flow,
His paths are found for him by silent fate;
As stations in the ages’ weltering flood
Firm lands appear that tempt and stay awhile,
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Then new horizons lure the mind’s advance.
(S 12)
There comes no close to the finite’s boundlessness,
There is no last certitude in which thought can pause
And no terminus to the soul’s experience.
(S 13)
A limit, a farness never wholly reached, EoS
840 An unattained perfection calls to him
From distant boundaries in the Unseen:
A long beginning only has been made.