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.