These signs
are native to a larger self
That lives
within us by ourselves unseen;
Only sometimes
a holier influence comes,
A tide of
mightier surgings bears our lives
And a diviner
Presence moves the soul.
Or through the
earthly coverings something breaks,
A grace and
beauty of spiritual light,
The murmuring
tongue of celestial fire.
Ourself and a
high stranger whom we feel,
It is and acts
unseen as if it were not;
It follows the
line of sempiternal birth,
Yet seems to
perish with its mortal frame.
Assured of the
Apocalypse to be,
It reckons not
the moments and the hours;
Great,
patient, calm it sees the centuries pass,
Awaiting the
slow miracles of our change
In the sure
deliberate process of world-force
And the long
march of all-revealing Time.
It is the
origin and the master-clue,
A Silence
overhead, an inner Voice,
A living image
seated in the heart,
An unwalled
wideness and a fathomless point,
The truth of
all these cryptic shows in space,
The Real
towards which our strivings move,
The secret
grandiose meaning of our lives.
A treasure of
honey in the combs of God,
A Splendour
burning in a tenebrous cloak,
It is our
glory of the flame of God,
Our golden
fountain of the world's delight,
An immortality
cow led in the cape of death,
The shape of
our unborn divinity.
It guards for
us our fate in depths within
Where sleeps
the eternal seed of transient things.
This is the seed of the
creation of tomorrow and it is already in the centre of the human being.
All the possibilities
are already included in what is manifested, and it is by the long process of
evolution that little by little these possibilities take shape and become
living realities.
We are approaching the
time of one of these new revelations, and the world is preparing for this
eventful manifestation which will be more true, more luminous, more divine.
Always we bear
in us a magic key
Concealed in
life's hermetic envelope.
A burning
witness in the sanctuary
Regards
through Time and the blind walls of Form;
A timeless
Light is in his hidden eyes;
He sees the
secret things no words can speak
And knows the
goal of the unconscious world
And the heart
of the mystery of the journeying years.
When we withdraw from
the surface and look inside with the subtle eyes, we see what is the goal of
the world and the transformation through which it will be realised.