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Canto 2

The Adoration of the Divine Mother

Self and World

A stillness absolute, incommunicable,

Meets the sheer self-discovery of the soul;

A wall of stillness shuts it from the world,

A gulf of stillness swallows up the sense

And makes unreal all that mind has known,

All that the labouring senses still would weave

Prolonging an imaged unreality.

Self’s vast spiritual silence occupies Space;

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The Everlasting Yes

Only the everlasting No has neared

And stared into thy eyes and killed thy heart:

But where is the Lover’s everlasting Yes,

And immortality in the secret heart,

The voice that chants to the creator Fire,

The symbolled OM, the great assenting Word,

The bridge between the rapture and the calm,

The passion and the beauty of the Bride,

The chamber where the glorious enemies kiss,

The smile that saves, the golden peak of things?

This too is Truth at the mystic fount of Life.

A black veil has been lifted; we have seen

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The Experience of the All-Beautiful

Even while he stood on being’s naked edge

And all the passion and seeking of his soul

Faced their extinction in some featureless Vast,

The Presence he yearned for suddenly drew close.

Across the silence of the ultimate Calm,

Out of a marvellous Transcendence’ core,

A body of wonder and translucency

As if a sweet mystic summary of her self

Escaping into the original Bliss

Had come enlarged out of eternity,

Someone came infinite and absolute.

A being of wisdom, power and delight,

Even as a mother draws her child to her arms,

Took to her breast Nature and world and soul.

Abolishing the signless emptiness,

Breaking the vacancy and voiceless hush,

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The Vision of the Supreme Mother

The Formless and the Formed were joined in her:

Immensity was exceeded by a look,

A Face revealed the crowded Infinite.

Incarnating inexpressibly in her limbs

The boundless joy the blind world-forces seek,

Her body of beauty mooned the seas of bliss.

At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate,

In their slow round the cycles turn to her call;

Alone her hands can change Time’s dragon base.

Hers is the mystery the Night conceals;

The spirit’s alchemist energy is hers;

She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.

The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,

A power of silence in the depths of God;

She is the Force, the inevitable Word,

The magnet of our difficult ascent,

The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,

The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,

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The Descent of the Mother-Might

A Word is spoken or a Light is shown,

A moment sees, the ages toil to express.

So flashing out of the Timeless leaped the worlds;

An eternal instant is the cause of the years....

But now his being was too wide for self;

His heart’s demand had grown immeasurable:

His single freedom could not satisfy,

Her light, her bliss he asked for earth and men.

But vain are human power and human love

To break earth’s seal of ignorance and death;

His nature’s might seemed now an infant’s grasp;

Heaven is too high for outstretched hands to seize.

This Light comes not by struggle or by thought;

In the mind’s silence the Transcendent acts

And the hushed heart hears the unuttered Word.

A vast surrender was his only strength.

A Power that lives upon the heights must act,

Bring into life’s closed room the Immortal’s air

And fill the finite with the Infinite.

III.2.188-211

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