Canto 157Soul, my soul [1]
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
Soul, my soul, reascend over the edge of life, —
Far, far out of the din burn into tranquil skies.
Cross bright ranges of mind murmurless, visioned, white;
Thoughts sail down as if ships carrying bales of light,
5Truth’s form-robes by the Seers woven from spirit threads,
From wide havens above luminous argosies,
Gold-robed Wisdom’s divine traffic and merchandise.
But then pause not but go far beyond Space and Time
Where thy natural home motionless vast and mute
10Waits thy tread; on a throne facing infinity
Thought-nude, void of the world, one with the silence be.
Sole, self-poised and unmoved thou shalt behold below
Hierarchies and domains, godheads and potencies,
Titans, demons and men each in his cosmic role:
15Midst all these in the live centre of forces spun,
Fate there under thy feet turning the wheels of Time,
The World Law thou shalt view mapped in its codes sublime,
Yet thyself shalt remain ruleless, eternal, free.