Canto 96Soul, my soul [2]
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
Pondicherry, c. 1927–1947
Soul, my soul [1]
Soul, my soul, reascend over the edge of life, —
Far, far out of the din burn into tranquil skies.
5Cross bright ranges of mind murmurless, visioned, white;
Thoughts sail down as if ships carrying bales of light,
Truth’s form-robes by the Seers woven from spirit threads,
From wide havens above luminous argosies,
Gold-robed Wisdom’s divine traffic and merchandise.
10But then pause not but go far beyond Space and Time
Where thy natural home motionless vast and mute
Waits 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
15Hierarchies and domains, godheads and potencies,
Titans, demons and men each in his cosmic role:
Midst 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,
20Yet thyself shalt remain ruleless, eternal, free.
Soul, my soul [2]
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.
25Crossed by sails of the gods, luminous argosies,
Silence 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,
30Live there lost in God space, rapturous, vacant, mute,
Sun-bright, timeless, immense, single and absolute.