Canto 37The Inconscient
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
Pondicherry, c. 1927–1947
Liberation [1]
I have thrown from me the whirling dance of mind
And stand now in the spirit’s silence free;
5Timeless and deathless beyond creature kind,
The centre of my own eternity.
I have escaped and the small self is dead;
I am immortal, alone, ineffable;
I have gone out from the universe I made,
10And have grown nameless and immeasurable.
My mind is hushed in wide and endless light,
My heart a solitude of delight and peace,
My sense unsnared by touch and sound and sight,
My body a point in white infinities.
15I am the one Being’s sole immobile Bliss:
No one I am, I who am all that is.
The Inconscient
Out of a seeming void and dark-winged sleep
Of dim inconscient infinity
20A Power arose from the insentient deep,
A flame-whirl of magician Energy.
Some huge somnambulist Intelligence
Devising without thought process and plan
Arrayed the burning stars’ magnificence,
25The living bodies of beasts and the brain of man.
What stark Necessity or ordered Chance
Became alive to know the cosmic whole?
What magic of numbers, what mechanic dance
Developed consciousness, assumed a soul?
30The darkness was the Omnipotent’s abode,
Hood of omniscience, a blind mask of God.