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.