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All now he seemed to understand and know;

Desire came not nor any gust of will,

The great perturbed inquirer lost his task;

Nothing was asked nor wanted any more.

There he could stay, the Self, the Silence won:

His soul had peace, it knew the cosmic Whole.

Then suddenly a luminous finger fell

On all things seen or touched or heard or felt

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The world seemed a long aeonic failure’s scene:

All sterile grew, no base was left secure.

Assailed by the edge of the convicting beam

The builder Reason lost her confidence

In the successful sleight and turn of thought

That makes the soul the prisoner of a phrase....

There was nothing there but a schema drawn by sense,

A substitute for eternal mysteries,

A scrawl figure of reality, a plan

And elevation by the architect Word

Imposed upon the semblances of Time.

Existence’ self was shadowed by a doubt;

Almost it seemed a lotus-leaf afloat

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