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A heaven of creative truths above, A cosmos of harmonious dreams between, A chaos of dissolving forms below, It plunges lost in our inconscient base. Out of its fall our denser Matter came.

Intruder from the formless Infinite Daring to break into the Inconscient's reign, The spirit's leap towards body touches ground.

He came into a magic crystal air And found a life that lived not by the flesh, A light that made visible immaterial things.

His call had reached the Traveller in Time. Apart in an unfathomed loneliness, He travelled in his mute and single strength Bearing the burden of the world's desire.

Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme.

If earth were all and this were not in her, Thought could not be nor life-delight's response: Only material forms could then be her guests Driven by an inanimate world-force.

All, even pain, was the soul's pleasure here; Here all experience was a single plan, The thousandfold expression of the One.

All the great Words that toiled to express the One Were lifted into an absoluteness of light, An ever-burning Revelation's fire And the immortality of the eternal Voice.

In this soar from consciousness to consciousness Each lifted tops to That from which it came, Origin of all that it had ever been And home of all that it could still become.