Canto 158Soul, my soul [2]
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
Soul, my soul, yet ascend crossing the marge of life:
Mount out far above Time, reach to the golden end,
Mind-belt’s verge and the vague Infinite’s spirit seas.
Crossed by sails of the gods, luminous argosies,
5Silence reigns and the pure vastness of Self alone,
Fulgent, shadowless, white, limitless, signless, one.
God-light brooding above, spreading eternal wings,
Free, held high above thought, void of the form of things,
Live there lost in God space, rapturous, vacant, mute,
10Sun-bright, timeless, immense, single and absolute.