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1905 · PDF PAGE 142

Oracles

DHAMMAPADA * I Antithesis. (THE TWINS) ALL that we are from mind results, on mind is founded, built of mind. Who acts or speaks with evil thought, him doth pain follow sure and blind : So the ox plants his foot and so the car-wheel follows hard behind. [Blind, i.e., operated by law, not by caprice of a deity.] All that we are from mind results, on mind is founded, built of mind. Who acts or speaks with righteous thought, him happiness doth surely find. So failing not, the shadow falls for ever in its place assigned. “ Me he abused and me he bea…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 149

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I44 DHAMMAPADA Who stills not thought, nor knows true laws ; in whom distraction is not dumb, Troubling his peace of mind ; he shall to perfect knowledge never come. His thoughts concentred, unperplexed his mind renouncing good and ill. Alike, for him there is no fear if only he be watchful still. Knowing this body to be frail, making this thought a fortalice, do thou aright Mara with wisdom’s shaft assail ! Watch him when conquered. Never cease thou from the fight. Alas ! ere long a useless log, this body on the earth will lie. Condemned of al…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 144

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… their sphere ! An ill-thatched house is open to the mercy of the rain and wind. So passion hath the power to break into an unreflecting mind. A well-thatched house is proof against the fury of the rain and wind. So passion hath no power to break into a rightly-ordered mind. * Alternative reading !— Who is not free from dirty taint, and temperate and truthful ain’t, He should not wear the garment quaint that marks the Arahat of Saint.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 96

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… bed in vain ? Shall my heart and soul and life shrink back to themselves again ? Be thou my one desire, my soul in day as in night ! My mind the Home of the Higher ! My heart the centre of Light !

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1905 · PDF PAGE 120

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…dawn their footsteps died again. They can do nothing to me—that is plain— While the door bars them ! What is that runs clear Truth in my mind ? Once more they may be near ? And then came memory. Wide the portal stood And—what had brushed me as it passed ? What froze My dream to this awakening—fearful flood Of horror loosed, loosing a sweat of blood, An agony of terror on these brows ? God ! God ! Indeed, indeed this is the house ! The candles sputtered and went out. I stood Fettered by fear, and heard the lonely wind Lament across the marsh. A …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 20

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…clouds that hover Over our Hell to-day. “ Say, in our dark Gomorrah, Lord, can an angel find Fifty, but fifty, righteous— Body—I say not Mind.” Sadly the angel turneth— “ Stay, ere thou fleest, stay ; Canst thou not find me twenty ? ” “ Nay ” is the answer, “ nay.” “ Are there not ten, bright spirit, Hidden, nor quickly seen, Somewhere in Hell’s dark alleys, Somewhere in Walham Green ? “ Speak, for I see thy forehead Sadden in dark denial, Is there not one that standeth Tempter and longsome trial ? I5

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1905 · PDF PAGE 114

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…ks and no more clay. The dust thrown up around Him In cycles whirled and twined, Dim sparks that fled and found Him Like mist beyond the mind. The universe was peopled then With little gods, and men. In that ecstatic whirling He saw not nor . . . I09

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1905 · PDF PAGE 148

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…n on the ground it trembling lies. Where’er it listeth runneth thought, the tameless trembling consciousness. Well is it to restrain :—a mind so stilled and tamed brings happiness. Hard to perceive, all-wandering, subtle and eager do they press, Thoughts ; let the wise man guard his thoughts ; well guarded thoughts bring happiness. Moving alone, far-travelling, bodiless, hidden i’th’ heart, who trains His thought and binds it by his will shall be released from Mara’s chains.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 49

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…to and fro. Strange fascinations whirl and wind about my spirit lying coils ; Thy charm enticeth, for the spoils of victory, all an evil mind. Thy perfume doth confound my thought, new longings echo, and I crave Doubtful liaisons with the grave and loves of Parthia for sport. I think perhaps no longer yet, but dream and lust for stranger things Than ever sucked the lips of kings, or fed the tears of Mahomet. Quaint carven vampire bats, unseen in curious hollows of the trees, Or deadlier serpents coiled at ease round carcasses of birds unclean ;…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 146

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…es aright. In meditation firmly fixed, by constant strenuous effort high, They to Nirvana come at last, the incomparable security. Whose mind is strenuous and reflects ; whose deeds are circumspect and pure, His thoughts aye fixed on Law, the fame of that con-centred shall endure. By Earnestness, by centred thought, by self restraint, by suffering long, Let the wise man an island build against the fatal current strong. Fools follow after vanity, those men of evil wisdom’s sect ; But the wise man doth earnestness, a precious talisman, protect.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 8

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…e ! Come, dissect me ! Rip the skin ! Tear the bleeding flesh apart ! See ye all my hellish grin While the straining vitals smart. Never mind ! Go in and win, Till you reach my gory heart !

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1905 · PDF PAGE 145

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… the Law can cite, yet knows and walks therein aright, and shuns the snare Of passion, folly, hate entwined : Right Effort liberates his mind, he doth not care

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1905 · PDF PAGE 143

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…ble tree. Careless of passion, well restrained his senses, such an one we find Moderate in pleasure, faithful, great in mighty energy of mind , Him Mara shakes not ; are the hills thrown down by fury of the wind ? * Sodden—the habitual—who lives unrestrained, etc.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 129

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… sorrow. “ O for a name to borrow ” (He mused) “ some semblance for this subtle sense Of new experience ! For on my heart, untouched, my mind not used To any metre mused, Save the one tranquil and continuous rhyme Of joy exceeding time, Here the joy changes, but abides for ever, Here on the shining river Where the dusk gathers, and tall trees begin To wrap the shallop in, Sweet shade not cast of sun or moon or star, But of some light afar Softer and sweeter than all these—what light Burns past the wondrous night Of yonder crags ?—what riven cha…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 161

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…l Sideways each step towards the House of Wrong, “ Were but one choice demented. Choice is small Here though. (A flash of insight in his mind) Which of these three gets answer to its call ? “ Yon shallop ?—leave to Galahad ! Resigned Yon hermit to be welcome Lancelot ! For me—the inn—what fate am I to find ? “ Who cares ? Shall I seek ever—do ye wot ?— But in the outré, the obscure, the occult ? My Master is of might to lift me what “ Hangs, veil of glamour, on my ‘ Quisque vult,’ The morion’s motto : to exhaust the cross, Bidding it glow with …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 118

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… soul in darker dreams ; the storm’s wild tune Rolls ever deeper in my shuddering swoon : Whereat I start, shudder, and pull together My mind. Why, surely it must be the hour ! My friend is coming through the wet wild weather Across the moor’s inhospitable heather To the old stately tower—my own dear tower. He will not fail me for a sudden shower ! My friend ! How often have I longed to see Again his gallant figure and that face Radiant—how long ago we parted !—we The dearest friends that ever were ! Ah me ! I curse even now that hateful partin…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 71

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… of the Holy Ones : Now, by that Light, come forth, I say, to me, My Lady of the Starlight and the Moon ! Come and be absolute within my mind, That I may take no dim remembrance back To drown this glory with earth’s quivering gloom. But, O abide within Me ! Every hour I need the lofty and the limpid stream Of that White Brilliance : Leave me not alone, O Holy Spirit ! Come to comfort me, To draw me, and to make me manifest, Osiris to the weeping world ; that I Be lifted up upon the Cross of Pain And Sacrifice, to draw all human kind And every g…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 139

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…ch other, Crowns that palace of enduring marble With sky-piercing pinnacles of Will-power Rightly carven, rightly pointed ; strengthens [Mind sole centred on the single object] All against the lightning, earthquake, thunder,

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1905 · PDF PAGE 98

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ASSUMPTA CANIDIA 93 No shadow in my mind to prove a sun ; No sorrow to declare that joy exists ; A cycle of dim spectres in the mists Moves just a little ; lastly there is One, One central Being, one elusive shape, Not to aspire to, not to love ; alas ! Only a memory in the agèd mass Of chained ones bound to me without escape ! Oh, doom of God ! Oh, brand how worse than Cain’s ! Divided being, undivided pains ! What is this life ? (To call it life that grows No inch throughout all time.) This bitterness Too weak and hateful to be called distres…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 3

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…rgil which I dis- remember, but hope to find when I can borrow an Æneid.2 The sense is of old leaves swept into the dusty corners of the mind, no part of the main current of my thought ; yet curious, not altogether bad, in a sense worth saving. Maybe I had done better to entitle the book “ Resurrec- tion Pie ” ; but all’s one.3 They are not completed, and never will be, till they fall under the eyes of the literary heir of the Chicago Professor who rewrote Keats. I cannot complete them, for the men are verily dead who wrote them ;4 yet respect …

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