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Book 2 Canto 13 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - In the Self of Mind

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At last there came a bare indifferent sky

Where Silence listened to the cosmic Voice,

But answered nothing to a million calls;

The soul's endless question met with no response.

An abrupt conclusion ended eager hopes,

A deep cessation in a mighty calm,

A finis-line on the last page of thought

And a margin and a blank of wordless peace.

There paused the climbing hierarchy of worlds.

He stood on a wide arc of summit Space

Alone with an enormous Self of Mind

Which held all life in a corner of its vasts.

Omnipotent, immobile and aloof,

In the world which sprang from it, it took no part:

It gave no heed to the paeans of victory,

It was indifferent to its own defeats,

It heard the cry of grief and made no sign;

Impartial fell its gaze on evil and good,

It saw destruction come and did not move.

An equal Cause of things, a lonely Seer

And Master of its multitude of forms,

It acted not but bore all thoughts and deeds,

The witness Lord of Nature's myriad acts

Consenting to the movements of her Force.

His mind reflected this vast quietism.

This witness hush is the Thinker's secret base:

Hidden in silent depths the word is formed,

From hidden silences the act is born

Into the voiceful mind, the labouring world;

In secrecy wraps the seed the Eternal sows

Silence, the mystic birthplace of the soul.

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In God's supreme withdrawn and timeless hush

A seeing Self and potent Energy met;

The Silence knew itself and thought took form:

Self-made from the dual power creation rose.

In the still self he lived and it in him;

Its mute immemorable listening depths,

Its vastness and its stillness were his own;

One being with it he grew wide, powerful, free.

Apart, unbound, he looked on all things done.

As one who builds his own imagined scenes

And loses not himself in what he sees,

Spectator of a drama self-conceived,

He looked on the world and watched its motive thoughts

With the burden of luminous prophecy in their eyes,

Its forces with their feet of wind and fire

Arisen from the dumbness in his soul.

All now he seemed to understand and know;

Desire came not nor any gust of will,

The great perturbed inquirer lost his task;

Nothing was asked nor wanted any more.

There he could stay, the Self, the Silence won:

His soul had peace, it knew the cosmic Whole.

Then suddenly a luminous finger fell

On all things seen or touched or heard or felt

And showed his mind that nothing could be known;

That must be reached from which all knowledge comes.

The sceptic Ray disrupted all that seems

And smote at the very roots of thought and sense.

In a universe of Nescience they have grown,

Aspiring towards a superconscient Sun,

Playing in shine and rain from heavenlier skies

They never can win however high their reach

Or overpass however keen their probe.

A doubt corroded even the means to think,

Distrust was thrown upon Mind's instruments;

All that it takes for reality's shining coin,

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Proved fact, fixed inference, deduction clear,

Firm theory, assured significance,

Appeared as frauds upon Time's credit bank

Or assets valueless in Truth's treasury.

An Ignorance on an uneasy throne

Travestied with a fortuitous sovereignty

A figure of knowledge garbed in dubious words

And tinsel thought-forms brightly inadequate.

A labourer in the dark dazzled by half-light,

What it knew was an image in a broken glass,

What it saw was real but its sight untrue.

All the ideas in its vast repertory

Were like the mutterings of a transient cloud

That spent itself in sound and left no trace.

A frail house hanging in uncertain air,

The thin ingenious web round which it moves,

Put out awhile on the tree of the universe,

And gathered up into itself again,

Was only a trap to catch life's insect food,

Winged thoughts that flutter fragile in brief light

But dead, once captured in fixed forms of mind,

Aims puny but looming large in man's small scale,

Flickers of imagination's brilliant gauze

And cobweb-wrapped beliefs alive no more.

The magic hut of built-up certitudes

Made out of glittering dust and bright moonshine

In which it shrines its image of the Real,

Collapsed into the Nescience whence it rose.

Only a gleam was there of symbol facts

That shroud the mystery lurking in their glow,

And falsehoods based on hidden realities

By which they live until they fall from Time.

Our mind is a house haunted by the slain past,

Ideas soon mummified, ghosts of old truths,

God's spontaneities tied with formal strings

And packed into drawers of reason's trim bureau,

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A grave of great lost opportunities,

Or an office for misuse of soul and life

And all the waste man makes of heaven's gifts

And all his squanderings of Nature's store,

A stage for the comedy of Ignorance.

The world seemed a long aeonic failure's scene:

All sterile grew, no base was left secure.

Assailed by the edge of the convicting beam

The builder Reason lost her confidence

In the successful sleight and turn of thought

That makes the soul the prisoner of a phrase.

Its highest wisdom was a brilliant guess,

Its mighty structured science of the worlds

A passing light on being's surfaces.

There was nothing there but a schema drawn by sense,

A substitute for eternal mysteries,

A scrawl figure of reality, a plan

And elevation by the architect Word

Imposed upon the semblances of Time.

Existence' self was shadowed by a doubt;

Almost it seemed a lotus-leaf afloat

On a nude pool of cosmic Nothingness.

This great spectator and creator Mind

Was only some half-seeing's delegate,

A veil that hung between the soul and Light,

An idol, not the living body of God.

Even the still spirit that looks upon its works

Was some pale front of the Unknowable;

A shadow seemed the wide and witness Self,

Its liberation and immobile calm

A void recoil of being from Time-made things,

Not the self-vision of Eternity.

Deep peace was there, but not the nameless Force:

Our sweet and mighty Mother was not there

Who gathers to her bosom her children's lives,

Her clasp that takes the world into her arms

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In the fathomless rapture of the Infinite,

The Bliss that is creation's splendid grain

Or the white passion of God-ecstasy

That laughs in the blaze of the boundless heart of Love.

A greater Spirit than the Self of Mind

Must answer to the questioning of his soul.

For here was no firm clue and no sure road;

High-climbing pathways ceased in the unknown;

An artist Sight constructed the Beyond

In contrary patterns and conflicting hues;

A part-experience fragmented the Whole.

He looked above, but all was blank and still:

A sapphire firmament of abstract Thought

Escaped into a formless Vacancy.

He looked below, but all was dark and mute.

A noise was heard, between, of thought and prayer,

A strife, a labour without end or pause;

A vain and ignorant seeking raised its voice.

A rumour and a movement and a call,

A foaming mass, a cry innumerable

Rolled ever upon the ocean surge of Life

Along the coasts of mortal Ignorance.

On its unstable and enormous breast

Beings and forces, forms, ideas like waves

Jostled for figure and supremacy,

And rose and sank and rose again in Time;

And at the bottom of the sleepless stir,

A Nothingness parent of the struggling worlds,

A huge creator Death, a mystic Void,

For ever sustaining the irrational cry,

For ever excluding the supernal Word,

Motionless, refusing question and response,

Reposed beneath the voices and the march

The dim Inconscient's dumb incertitude.

Two firmaments of darkness and of light

Opposed their limits to the spirit's walk;

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It moved veiled in from Self's infinity

In a world of beings and momentary events

Where all must die to live and live to die.

Immortal by renewed mortality,

It wandered in the spiral of its acts

Or ran around the cycles of its thought,

Yet was no more than its original self

And knew no more than when it first began.

To be was a prison, extinction the escape.


Book1 Canto1 - The Book Of Beginnings - The Symbol Dawn
Book1 Canto2 - The Book Of Beginnings - The Issue
Book1 Canto3 - The Book Of Beginnings - The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Soul's Release
Book1 Canto4 - The Book Of Beginnings - The Secret Knowledge
Book1 Canto5 - The Book Of Beginnings - The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness
Book2 Canto1 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The World-Stair
Book2 Canto2 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Kingdom of Subtle Matter
Book2 Canto3 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Glory and the Fall of Life
Book2 Canto4 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Kingdoms of the Little Life
Book2 Canto5 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Godheads of the Little Life
Book2 Canto6 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life
Book2 Canto7 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Descent into Night
Book2 Canto8 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The World of Falsehood, the Mother of Evil
Book2 Canto9 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Paradise of the Life-Gods
Book2 Canto10 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Little Mind
Book2 Canto11 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Mind
Book2 Canto12 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Heavens of the Ideal
Book2 Canto13 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - In the Self of Mind
Book2 Canto14 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The World-Soul
Book2 Canto15 - The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds - The Kingdoms of the Greater Knowledge
Book3 Canto1 - The Book of the Divine Mother - The Pursuit of the Unknowable
Book3 Canto2 - The Book of the Divine Mother - The Adoration of the Divine Mother
Book3 Canto3 - The Book of the Divine Mother - The House of the Spirit and the New Creation
Book3 Canto4 - The Book of the Divine Mother - The Vision and the Boon
Book4 Canto1 - The Book of Birth and Quest - The Birth and Childhood of the Flame
Book4 Canto2 - The Book of Birth and Quest - The Growth of the Flame
Book4 Canto3 - The Book of Birth and Quest - The Call to the Quest
Book4 Canto4 - The Book of Birth and Quest - The Quest
Book5 Canto1 - The Book of Love - The Destined Meeting-Place
Book5 Canto2 - The Book of Love - Satyavan
Book5 Canto3 - The Book of Love - Satyavan and Savitri
Book6 Canto1 - The Book of Fate - The Word of Fate
Book6 Canto2 - The Book of Fate - The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain
Book7 Canto1 - The Book of Yoga - The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge of Death and the Heart's Grief and Pain
Book7 Canto2 - The Book of Yoga - The Parable of the Search for the Soul
Book7 Canto3 - The Book of Yoga - The Entry into the Inner Countries
Book7 Canto4 - The Book of Yoga - The Triple Soul-Forces
Book7 Canto5 - The Book of Yoga - The Finding of the Soul
Book7 Canto6 - The Book of Yoga - Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute
Book7 Canto7 - The Book of Yoga - The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness
Book9 Canto1 - The Book of Eternal Night -
Book9 Canto2 - The Book of Eternal Night -
Book10 Canto1 - The Book of the Double Twilight - Death in the Forest*
Book10 Canto2 - The Book of the Double Twilight - Towards the Black Void
Book10 Canto3 - The Book of the Double Twilight - The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness
Book10 Canto4 - The Book of the Double Twilight - The Dream Twilight of the Ideal
Book11 Canto1 - The Book of Everlasting Day - The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal
Book12 Canto1 - Epilogue - The Debate of Love and Death

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