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Canto 12

The Heavens of the Ideal

The Deathless Rose

Each stage of the soul’s remote ascent was built

Into a constant heaven felt always here.

At each pace of the journey marvellous

A new degree of wonder and of bliss,

A new rung formed in Being’s mighty stair,

A great wide step trembling with jewelled fire

As if a burning spirit quivered there

Upholding with his flame the immortal hope,

As if a radiant God had given his soul

That he might feel the tread of pilgrim feet

Mounting in haste to the Eternal’s house.

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Our Hidden Centres

Our hidden centres of celestial force

Open like flowers to a heavenly atmosphere;

Mind pauses thrilled with the supernal Ray,

And even this transient body then can feel

Ideal love and flawless happiness

And laughter of the heart’s sweetness and delight

Freed from the rude and tragic hold of Time,

And beauty and the rhythmic feet of the hours.

This in high realms touches immortal kind;

What here is in the bud has blossomed there.

There is the secrecy of the House of Flame,

The blaze of godlike thought and golden bliss,

The rapt idealism of heavenly sense;

There are the wonderful voices, the sun-laugh,

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The Deathless Flame

On the other side of the eternal stairs

The mighty kingdoms of the deathless Flame

Aspired to reach the Being’s absolutes.

Out of the sorrow and darkness of the world,

Out of the depths where life and thought are tombed,

Lonely mounts up to heaven the deathless Flame.

In a veiled Nature’s hallowed secrecies

It burns for ever on the altar Mind,

Its priests the souls of dedicated gods,

Humanity its house of sacrifice.

Once kindled, never can its flamings cease.

A fire along the mystic paths of earth,

It rises through the mortal’s hemisphere,

Till borne by runners of the Day and Dusk

It enters the occult eternal Light

And clambers whitening to the invisible Throne.

Its worlds are steps of an ascending Force:

A dream of giant contours, titan lines,

Homes of unfallen and illumined Might,

Heavens of unchanging Good pure and unborn,

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All Life Is Yoga: Savitri

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