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THE SWORD OF SONG
Fact replacing
folklore, the
Christian snig-
gers. Let him
beware,
For I speak
subtly.
Resultsof prac-
tice. ‘The poet
abandons all to
find ‘Truth.
Known as I know my consciousness,
That all division’s hosts confess
A master, for I know and see
The absolute identity
Of the beholder and the vision.
How easy to excite derision
In the man’s mind! Why, fool, I think
{ am as clever as yourself,
At least as skilled to wake the elf
Of jest and mockery in a wink.
I can dismiss with sneers as cheap
As yours this fabric of my own,
One banner of my mind o’erthrown
Just at my will. How true and deep
Is Carroll *’ when his Alice cries :
“It’s nothing but a pack of cards !”
There’s the true refuge of the wise;
To overthrow the temple guards,
Deny reality.
And now
(111 quote you Scripture anyhow)
What did the Sage mean when he wrote
(I am the Devil when I quote)
“The mere terrestrial-minded man
Knows not the Things of God, nor can
Their subtle meaning understand
?”
A sage, I say, although he mentions
Perhaps the best of his inventions,
God.
For, at first, this practice leads
To holy thoughts (the holy deeds
Precede success) and reverent gaze
Upon the Ancient One of Days,
Beyond which fancy lies the Truth.
To find which I have left my youth,
All I held dear, and sit alone
Still meditating, on my throne
Of Kusha-grass,* and count my beads,
Murmur my mantra,” till recedes
The world of sense and thought—I sink
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