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At the Feet of The Mother


I have drunk deep of God’s own liberty
From which an occult sovereignty derives:
Hidden in an earthly garment that survives,
I am the worldless being vast and free.
A moment stamped with that supremacy
Has rescued me from cosmic hooks and gyves;
Abolishing death and time my nature lives
In the deep heart of immortality.

God’s contract signed with Ignorance is torn;
Time has become the Eternal’s endless year,
My soul’s wide self of living infinite Space
Outlines its body luminous and unborn
Behind the earth-robe; under the earth-mask grows clear
The mould of an imperishable face.

Notes on Text
8 February 1940. One handwritten manuscript.

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