Only the Immortals on their deathless heights

Dwelling beyond the walls of Time and Space,

Masters of living, free from the bonds of Thought,

Who are overseers of Fate and Chance and Will

And experts of the theorem of world-need,

Can see the Idea, the Might that change Time's course,

Come maned with light from undiscovered worlds,

Here, while the world toils on with its deep blind heart,

The galloping hooves of the unforeseen event,

Bearing the superhuman rider, near

And, impassive to earth's din and startled cry,

Return to the silence of the hills of God;

As lightning leaps, as thunder sweeps, they pass

And leave their mark on the trampled breast of Life.

 

In the events of the earth, the most important factors, the Powers that are most effective are those that men cannot see and generally do not know.

 

These Forces, conscious and master of circumstances, arrange things according to their vision and not according to human wishes.

 

Only those who can communicate with the Powers and what they intend to do can prepare not only themselves but those around them to deal with the forthcoming events.


Above the world the world-creators stand,

In the phenomenon see its mystic source.

 

These heed not to the deceiving outward play,

They turn not to the moment's busy tramp,

But listen with the still patience of the Unborn

For the slow footsteps of far Destiny

Approaching through huge distances of Time,

Unmarked by the eye that sees effect and cause,

Unheard mid the clamour of the human plane.

 

Attentive to an unseen Truth they seize

A sound as of invisible augur wings,

Voices of an unplumbed significance,

Mutterings that brood in the core of Matter's sleep.

 

In the heart's profound audition they can catch

The murmurs lost by life's uncaring ear,

A prophet-speech in thought's omniscient trance.

 

Above the illusion of the hopes that pass,

Behind the appearance and the overt act,

Behind the clock-work chance and vague surmise,

Amid the wrestle of force, the trampling feet,

Across the triumph, fighting and despair,

They watch the Bliss for which earth's heart has cried,

On the long road which cannot see its end

Winding undetected through the sceptic days

And to meet it guide the unheedful moving world.

 

Thus will the masked Transcendent mount his throne.

 

The true world is ready behind the apparent confused and chaotic world that we know. It is ready and it is waiting for the time of manifestation when Matter will be in such a condition that it can express this Higher Truth.