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Here was a quiet country of fixed mind, |
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Here life no more was all nor passion’s voice; |
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The cry of sense had sunk into a hush. |
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(S 2) |
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Soul was not there nor spirit but mind alone; |
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Mind claimed to be the spirit and the soul. |
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(S 3) |
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The spirit saw itself as form of mind, |
EoS |
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Lost itself in the glory of the thought, |
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A light that made invisible the sun. |
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(S 4) |
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Into a firm and settled space she came |
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Where all was still and all things kept their place. |
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(S 5) |
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Each found what it had sought and knew its aim. |
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(S 6) |
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All had a final last stability. |
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(S 7) |
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There one stood forth who bore authority |
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On an important brow and held a rod; |
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Command was incarnate in his gesture and tone; |
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Tradition’s petrified wisdom carved his speech, |
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His sentences savoured the oracle. |
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(S 8) |
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“Traveller or pilgrim of the inner world, |
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Fortunate art thou to reach our brilliant air |
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Flaming with thought’s supreme finality. |
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(S 9) |
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O aspirant to the perfect way of life, |
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Here find it; rest from search and live at peace. |
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(S 10) |
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Ours is the home of cosmic certainty. |
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(S 11) |
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Here is the truth, God’s harmony is here. |
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(S 12) |
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Register thy name in the book of the elite, |
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Admitted by the sanction of the few, |
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Adopt thy station of knowledge, thy post in mind, |
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Thy ticket of order draw in Life’s bureau |
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And praise thy fate that made thee one of ours. |
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(S 13) |
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All here,docketed and tied, the mind can know, |
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All schemed by law that God permits to life. |
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(S 14) |
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This is the end and there is no beyond. |
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(S 15) |
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Here is the safety of the ultimate wall, |
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Here is the clarity of the sword of Light, |
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Here is the victory of a single Truth, |
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Here burns the diamond of flawless bliss. |
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(S 16) |
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A favourite of Heaven and Nature live.” |
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(S 17) |
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But to the too satisfied and confident sage |
EoS |
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Savitri replied casting into his world |
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Sight’s deep release, the heart’s questioning inner voice: |
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For here the heart spoke not, only clear daylight |
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Of intellect reigned here, limiting, cold, precise. |
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(S 18) |
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“Happy are they who in this chaos of things, |
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This coming and going of the feet of Time, |
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Can find the single Truth, the eternal Law: |
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Untouched they live by hope and doubt and fear. |
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(S 19) |
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Happy are men anchored on fixed belief |
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In this uncertain and ambiguous world, |
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Or who have planted in the heart’s rich soil |
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One small grain of spiritual certitude. |
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(S 20) |
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Happiest who stand on faith as on a rock. |
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(S 21) |
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But I must pass leaving the ended search, |
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Truth’s rounded outcome firm, immutable |
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And this harmonic building of world-fact, |
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This ordered knowledge of apparent things. |
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(S 22) |
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Here I can stay not, for I seek my soul.” |
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(S 23) |
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None answered in that bright contented world, |
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Or only turned on their accustomed way |
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Astonished to hear questioning in that air |
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Or thoughts that could still turn to the Beyond. |
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(S 24) |
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But some murmured, passers-by from kindred spheres: |
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Each by his credo judged the thought she spoke. |
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(S 25) |
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“Who then is this who knows not that the soul |
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Is a least gland or a secretion’s fault |
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Disquieting the sane government of the mind, |
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Disordering the function of the brain, |
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Or a yearning lodged in Nature’s mortal house |
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Or dream whispered in man’s cave of hollow thought |
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Who would prolong his brief unhappy term |
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Or cling to living in a sea of death?” |
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(S 26) |
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But others, “Nay, it is her spirit she seeks. |
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(S 27) |
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430 |
A splendid shadow of the name of God, |
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A formless lustre from the Ideal’s realm, |
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The Spirit is the Holy Ghost of Mind; |
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But none has touched its limbs or seen its face. |
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(S 28) |
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Each soul is the great Father’s crucified Son, |
EoS |
435 |
Mind is that soul’s one parent, its conscious cause, |
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The ground on which trembles a brief passing light, |
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Mind, sole creator of the apparent world. |
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(S 29) |
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All that is here is part of our own self; |
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Our minds have made the world in which we live.” |
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(S 30) |
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Another with mystic and unsatisfied eyes |
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Who loved his slain belief and mourned its death, |
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“Is there one left who seeks for a Beyond? |
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(S 31) |
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Can still the path be found, opened the gate?” |
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