Soul, my soul

Soul, my soul, reascend over the edge of life, -  Far, far from the din burn into tranquil skies, Cross bright ranges of mind measureless, visioned, white; Thoughts sail down as if ships carrying bales of light, Truth's form-robes by the Seers woven from spirit-threads, From wide havens where luminous argosies, Gold-robed Wisdom's divine traffic and merchandise; But there pause not but go far beyond Where thy natural home motionless vast and mute Waits thy tread; on a throne facing infinity Thought-nude, void of the world, one with the silence be. Sole, self-poised and unmoved thou shalt behold below Hierarchies and domains, godheads and potencies, Titans, demons and men each in his cosmic role; Midst all theses in the lone centre of forces spun, Fate there under thy feel turning the wheels of Time, The World Law thou shalt know mapped in its codes sublime, Yet thyself shalt remain viewless, eternal, free. (From Collected Poems)