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1938 · PDF PAGE 20

The Heart of the Master

…nsumed, he took a phial of golden oil from their midst, and anointed mine eyes, and mine ears, and my lips. With that I was aware of the image of a God, severe and noble of aspect, his spirit utterly calm, in his right hand a sickle and in his left an hourglass. And as I looked upon him, he reversed his wrist, for the last grain of sand was fallen through. Then did my Instructor point with a little wand to a great chart not wholly filled, and there came the shadow of a man's hand, and drew the image of a Lion at the end of the writing. Above th…

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1938 · PDF PAGE 19

The Heart of the Master

…e Fresh Phantasies to Fate. By Reason reckons He His governance, The Wonder of His Chance. By Purity absolves He all His Will From every image of Ill. In Silence He resumes each perfect part To rapture of His Heart, His, in whose Truth of Nature all things are, The Still and Shining Star.

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1938 · PDF PAGE 16

The Heart of the Master

…V. Pour thine all freely from the Vase in thy right hand, and lose no drop! Hath not thy left hand a vase? Transmute all wholly into the Image of thy Will, bringing each to its true token of Perfection!

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1938 · PDF PAGE 8

The Heart of the Master

… eyes are still half-closed, as if in worship or in wonder of rapture. His arms are folded on his breast: upon his corslet is the golden image of the Sun. In his right hand is a rod of amber, crowned with a ruby; in his left an amethyst lotus with a sapphire corolla. Lo! from his eyes flow tears of mingled sorrow and joy, of joy that burns up sorrow, and with these tears he smites the barren rock beneath his feet. It melts like wax at the touch; roses spring up and twine about his limbs. Around him are four living creatures, begotten of his wil…

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