Another
Sun gleams there! another Moon! Another Light,- not Dusk, nor Dawn,
nor Noon- Which they who once behold return no more; They have
attained My rest, life's Utmost boon!
When, in this world of manifested life, The undying Spirit, setting
forth from Me, Taketh on form, it draweth to itself From
Being's storehouse,- which containeth all,- Senses and intellect.
The Sovereign Soul Thus entering the flesh, or quitting it, Gathers
these up, as the wind gathers scents, Blowing above the
flower.-beds. Ear and Eye, And Touch and Taste, and Smelling, these
it takes,- Yea, and a sentient mind;- linking itself To sense-things
so.
The unenlightened ones Mark not that
Spirit when he goes or comes, Nor when he takes his pleasure in the
form, Conjoined with qualities; but those see plain Who have the
eyes to see. Holy souls see Which strive thereto. Enlightened, they
perceive That Spirit in themselves; but foolish ones, Even though
they strive, discern not, having hearts Unkindled,
ill-informed! Know, too, from Me Shineth the gathered
glory of the suns Which lighten all the world: from Me the moons
Draw silvery beams, and fire fierce loveliness.
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