From the realm of dark gloom, Aswapati came out into a
felicitous daylight. Here life was subject to divine command, assured of its
own bliss, without fear or grief "and unalarmed by the breath of fleeting
Time". It was at ease here and secure in its joy and universal love. There
was ceaseless radiance all round and even the elements that touched the senses
were full of delight. This world was like "the World-Magician's
glass" embodying all the beauty and bliss and gladness far more intense
than what can be possibly experienced on earth. In this region were "rapt
dreaming cities of Gandharva kings". There was constant heavenly music
chanting the glory of Eternal love. There were the heavens of vital gods where
beauty is native to the mould, peace and love and strength are always there;
mounting desires, divine pleasures, high dreams were natural to this world—
In that
No lower note could break the endless charm
of the sweetness that was there. The energies that
played there were not afraid of their own bliss. The whole constitution of
Aswapati's life-mould was changed and "his earth, dowered with celestial
competence" did not require to "smuggle godhead into humanity"
across the customs-line of mind and flesh; for, it had now become strong enough
to aspire for an unlimited capacity for bliss and
It drew from sight and sound spiritual power,
Made sense a road to reach the Intangible...
Made body a nectar-cup of the Absolute.
When he had so changed his vital-mould he found that
Eternity drew close disguised as Love
And laid its hand upon the body of Time.
This coming down of Eternity in Time might look to us
only a little gift
But measureless to life its gain of joy;
All the untold Beyond is mirrored there.
A giant drop of Bliss unknowable
Overwhelmed his limbs and round his soul became
A fiery ocean of felicity.
He saw that here "Immortality captured Time and
carried Life."