Pantheism—By A Disciple
The Seven Spheres (Chakras)
Consult My idle mood;
My seal is on all life ...as on a slave;
My tears have traced the opal tapestry
Beneath the mobile murmur of the wave;
The sea's eternal pilgrimage
Betrays its peacelessness in My unquiet grave.
In each dumb stone ...My unfulfillment lies;
Compassion walks the tranquil twilight ways;
That sprays his sovereign splendors down
Shrines with My glory—all his spheric gaze;
The templed trees ...exalt My prayer sublime
That swells their solemn symphony of praise.
My constancy has lit the starry lamps
That guard the sweet oblivion of sleep;
Remote, austere, in contemplation's calm
The leisured hills My lonely vigils keep;
My empty pride ...is desolation's prey
Where desert wastes
Outstretch their sullen sweep.
On scented sandals down the unknown dusk
With wandering winds
My wayward fancies stroll;
Across despondent skies, with rainbow brush
I picture hope upon a sudden scroll;
The swift volcanic all-consuming fires
In flaming fury ...mock My lost control.
When Winter turns his haggard face away
My flowering faith ...sets free the eager Spring;
The butterfly is born at My caress
That weaves the fluttering frailty of his wing;
My heart's exultant ecstasy is lent
To haunt the long delight the skylarks sing.
My purity has jewelled the gentle dawn
Whose spacious brow
The spangled dews have dressed;
Where poppy-petals ...spread My subtle lure
Illusion bares its warm narcotic breast;
My pearls of peace are strung in solitude
When slumbrous night
Has sought her silent rest.
The supple life that spans the Infinite
Has swung its length along a destined thread;
The far-flung future ...rouses Worlds forgot
And centuries past, resume their cosmic tread;
A myriad-mooted Immortality
To rhythmic whirl, awakes the ancient dead.
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