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– By: Noel Swanson, 2008-02-23

This is Christopher Stigson, a blogger who has spent hundreds of hours trying to figure out the blogging game. I think I’ve finnally cracked part of the code and I’m sharing this with you today. The point of this article is to run a test and at the same time share some knowledge about internet marketing blogs.

It’s a common thing to hear about success stories on profitable blogs these days.. Some generate amounts of up to $100,000/month and beyond. Profitable they are. You as a blog owner probably need to do a few things differently in order to get the most out of your internet marketing techniques and take a few steps to increase search engine rankings, make more money and have it run on autopilot.

Having a well defined anchor text using a keyword is a smart way to increase search engine rankings. But search engine rankings isn’t the only way to get free traffic. See, there is a lot of traffic to be gained from RSS submit, which is an RSS syndication software. You can also get a lot of traffic from socialbookmarking sites and more.

You should always “sub-niche” your internet marketing blog. Doing “traffic”, or “articles”, or maybe “eBay marketing” is a good way to “sub-niche” your sites. It’s not at all difficult to sub-niche and it’s far more profitable since you WON’T be burried hundreds of miles down in the 46th page of Google!

When you have got a niche within the “internet marketing niche” it’s easy to start generate some income. See, most people are targeting “make money” and “how to make money” and “make money online”, but this is NOT what you want to do. Instead head over to keyword research tools and find long tail keywords in the internet marketing niche.

Simple example could be “traffic generation”. That’s our “IM sub-niche”. Great. Let’s go do some keyword research before we get carried away. Let’s say we type in “traffic” and it spits out “increase search engine traffic” as a viable keyword. Then head over to Google and type it in. Now head over to Yahoo and use “link:http://www.yourcompetition.com” to see the backlink count for your competition. If it’s below 1,000, go for it! There’s our sub-niche-long-tail-keyword. Yippie, let’s get going!

Now when you have a topic and a keyword it’s time to create a domain name that has similar or an exact name of the keyword. So “www.increase-search-engine-traffic.com” would be ideal for “increase search engine traffic”. You can go as far as doing “www.increasesearchenginetraffic.com”, but I like the dashes. For search engine rankings, I personally haven’t seen it matter.

It’s time to write content. Since we have a keyword, in this case “increase search engine traffic” all we have to do is write content about the subject and post to our new internet marketing blog. Simple and smart! You also want to collect some 15-50 keywords more and type content using these keywords. Start posting them to various article directories online and start to see profits. Recommended directories include ezinearticles and goarticles.

Before you buy anything online, make sure you check Chris Stigsons’ excellent free Internet Marketing Blog, featuring various Internet Marketing Tips and tricks. He’s a marketing expert who creates internet marketing products like crazy.

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My blog counter is up due to heavy Article Marketing, linking of blogs and sites and submitting urls, blogs & feeds to directories ! I have 30 blogs on Blogger and all counters show increase in the number of hits !

More traffic due to Web Marketing 2.0. But then I am not fully satisfied; I want more traffic.

So Web Marketing 2.0 has done the trick. I created profiles on MySpace, Ibibo, Yahoo Answers etc. I submit my 180 articles to article directories, have 30 blogs and 5 websites cross-linked. I submit my urls to search engines every day !

Hope you will do the same and get more traffic for your blogs

My adrevenue increased fivefold this month. I am getting more checks, apart from Google and Adbrite monthly checks !

Good Luck !

– By: Raj Kumar, 2008-02-20

Despite what you may hear, the Google AdSense program is not for everyone. There are some types of web sites that do poorly no matter how hard the owners try, and there are others that should be doing well but the webmaster simply isn’t putting in the effort to make things happen.
Here are some tips to make AdSense work better for you. If you do them all and you’re still not having any luck, then you just might be running one of those sites that don’t make money

1. Determine if your visitors are “in the mood”

Like I mentioned at the top of this article, some web sites just don’t work with pay-per-click programs.
The best performing sites fall into one of these categories:

• Sites where users go and expect to buy something while they are there. E-commerce sites fit the bill here..
• Sites where users go to find specific information on something that they want to buy now. Music and video review sites, vacation information sites, resume building sites, etc. You don’t have to actually be selling these types of things; your site can just be a Mecca for information pertaining to these things. Then, when the visitor comes to read your content, they are more likely to click on your ads.

• Sites where people who have disposable income and a credit card like to visit. This includes sites with money management, investing and lifestyle content.

• Sites that draw a large amount of new users every day. Free coupon sites and “How to” sites are good examples.
• Sites where people go who expect to read ads. Classified ads and shopping comparison sites fit into this category.

2. Make sure that your visitors don’t feel that you just want to grab their money

Give them plenty of relevant and well-written content. If writing isn’t your best skill then hire someone to do it for you. Good content brings steady traffic and steady traffic pays the bills.

3. Play by the rules

Google has some very specific Terms of Service (https://www.google.com/adsense/policies) for participating in their AdSense program. Learn those rules and follow them so you don’t lose all of your investment by getting shut out.

4. Use the tools that Google gives you

Google gives you tools for determining the best keywords for your site, measuring ad performance, and setting up different ad “channels” for fine-tuning ad results. These guys and girls are the 800 lb. Gorillas in the Pay-Per-Click market. They didn’t build these tools just to keep their programmers busy. Take advantage of their knowledge for they are very big and you are not!

5. Tweak, fine-tune and then tweak again

you should never be happy with your AdSense performance. If it’s good, then you need to make it great. If it’s great then you need to make it amazing. If it’s amazing then you need to take it to the UPS club. The UPS club? Google sends all checks over $10,000 per month to the webmaster via UPS overnight delivery. Now there’s a club that I wouldn’t mind belonging to.

6. Get more traffic

No matter how much traffic you have, you need more. More eyeballs translate to more clicks. Even if you’re only pulling a 2% click-through. That’s a lot of clicks when you have thousands of visitors each day.

7. Experiment with new keywords

new keywords can bring new ads and new eyeballs along with it. Set up some new pages on your site and experiment with different content. Once you get something that’s working then refer back to Tip # 5.

You can see results in near real time when you use Google’s AdWords. Don’t be afraid to be different. If something that everyone else is doing doesn’t work for you, then invent something that does work and get it on your site.

For more Free Resources Googleatmcash

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Four Steps on the Path of Wisdom
Arnold Keyserling and R.C.L.

No matter what the cultural context,
we find that the Path of Wisdom
has essentially four steps:

(1) know your body,

(2) create your dream body or energy fields,

(3) figure out your meaning in life, and

(4) participate in a global network of friends
where your meaning can be fulfilled in history.

These steps are not sequential, they all happen at once, with a change in emphasis over time. The “first” step of body awareness comes from exercises and practice – things like sports, yoga, martial arts, massage, etc. You have to be grounded in the body to escape from the prison of left brain hypnosis, to liberate yourself to holistic awareness.

Next, the creation of an energy body, a dream body, comes from active imagination, exercises and meditation. The Hindu tradition refers to this step as opening the Chakras. In China it is known as the activation of the Chi, and is the basis of all Oriental Medicine. The Western esoteric traditions refer to this energy field as the Aura – the halos you see painted around saints. Again, there are many methods to develop your energies, although they are not as well known as the body work. One such method uses sound vibrations known as PrimaSounds.

The third step is to make sense of the world, figure out what it all means and who you are. You can also think of this as a process of “remembering.” Remembering what you came here to do, what you had intended to do in this life before you were born. Everyone has a purpose, a special life destiny, which only they can fulfill. The destiny is not inevitable, it is only a potential. The exact way it will be achieved is always unknown. So in that sense it is both a remembering and a creative process. Remember why you are here and figure out how to do it. The remembering and “figuring out” process is more than intuition, it is also a holistic thinking process. A process of active contemplation and analysis that can lead to action – once you figure out what it is you can do next. (It is easier to walk once the blindfold is removed!) Here the thinking tool which is Arnold Keyserling’s purpose in life to develop and make known to others, called The WHEEL, can be of great help. It can help you remove the blindfold of ignorance as to who you are, help you to remember what you came here to do. Understanding who you are then leads naturally to the next step of “doing it.”

The fourth step we sometimes call “Metapolitical” action in the world. (See: “Wisdom, Metapolitics and the Internet” essay.) Here a School of Wisdom or other friendship group is critical. With a little help from your friends, participation with others and in groups of people, you can act Globally to fulfill your potential. You can fulfill your mission in life. You can become a player in the ongoing game of human civilization, a link in the great history of life. You can carry out your meaning in life, your true purpose, the only way possible – in active concert with the rest of the Universe.

All four steps on the Path of Wisdom can be significantly helped by group work and teachers. To fill this need Schools of Wisdom, and groups like it, are now opening all over the world based on the tradition of direct Wisdom transmission. A word of caution here, don’t be too intellectual or take yourselves too seriously, have fun with the Path of Widom and the Wheel, play with it as a kind of “glass bead game.” True Wisdom is joyful. People who are too serious are not really mature.

Finally, remember only YOU can find out who you are – no one else can (or should) do that for you, or tell you what to do. Beware of Power Trippers, especially “spiritual” ones. The days of Gurus, cults and religions telling you what to do are gone. The New Age demands individual liberty and spiritual democracy. We are free people, united on a global scale by interlocking networks and communities. Just as you would not allow another to take over your body, do not sell your soul, or allow your spirit to be taken and controlled by another. Walk these four steps of Wisdom yourself!

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Out of a still Immensity all came!
These million universes were to it
The poor light-bubbles of a trivial game,
A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.

It could not find its soul in all that vast:
It drew itself into a little speck
Infinitesimal, ignobly cast
Out of earth’s mud and slime strangely awake,-

A tiny plasm on a little globe,
In the small system of a dwarflike sun,
A little life wearing the flesh for robe,
A little mind winged through wide space to run!

It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime,
Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time.

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by: Sri Aurobindo

1 – The Silence

Into the Silence, into the Silence,
Arise, O Spirit immortal,
Away from the turning Wheel, breaking the magical Circle.
Ascend, single and deathless:
Care no more for the whispers and the shoutings in the darkness,
Pass from the sphere of the grey and the little,
Leaving the cry and the struggle,
Into the Silence for ever.

Vast and immobile, formless and marvellous,
Higher than Heaven, wider than the universe,
In a pure glory of being,
In a bright stillness of self-seeing,
Communing with a boundlessness voiceless and intimate,
Make thy knowledge too high for thought, thy joy too deep for emotion;
At rest in the unchanging Light, mute with the wordless self-vision,
Spirit, pass out of thyself; Soul, escape from the clutch of Nature.
All thou hast seen cast from thee, O Witness.
Turn to the Alone and the Absolute, turn to the Eternal:
Be only eternity, peace and silence,
world-transcending nameless Oneness,
Spirit immortal.

2 – Beyond the Silence

Out from the Silence, out from the Silence,
Carrying with thee the ineffable Substance,
Carrying with thee the splendour and wideness,
Ascend, O Spirit immortal.
Assigning to Time its endless meaning,
Blissful enter into the clasp of the Timeless.
Awake in the living Eternal, taken to the bosom of love of the Infinite,
Live self-found in his endless completeness,
Thy heart close to the heart of the Godhead for ever.

Vast, God-possesseing, embraced by the Wonderful,
Lifted by the All-Beautiful into his infinite beauty,
Love shall envelop thee endless and fathomless,
Joy unimaginable, Ecstasy illimitable,
Knowledge omnipotent, Might omniscient,
Light without darkness, Truth that is dateless.
One with the Transcendent, calm, universal,
Single and free, yet innumerably living,
All in thyself and thyself in all dwelling,
Act in the world with thy being beyond it.
Soul, exceed life’s boundaries; Spirit, surpass the universe.
Outclimbing the summits of Nature,
Transcending and uplifting the soul of the finite,
Rise with the world in thy bosom,
O Word gathered into the heart of the Ineffable.
One with the Eternal, live in his infinity,
Drowned in the Absolute, found in the Godhead,
Swan of the supreme and spaceless ether wandering winged through the universe,
Spirit immortal.

1930, revised 1942

By: Sri Aurobindo

Reference: # 154 in “Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo” (bilingual edition)
also in “Collected Poems and Plays, volume 2” – 372
and “Collected Poems” – 567
all published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram – Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA

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Joe Perez said… hi alan – i’m looking forward to reading more aurobindo next year. i feel a kinship with your thoughts on aurobindo, wilber, etc, but hesitate to comment more because my knowledge of aurobindo is superficial. but I have studied Hegel in some degree of depth, and I find Aurobindo’s prose to be more or less of the same difficulty. That is to say, extremely “abstract.” And yet it is beautiful, more so than … well, very much so. I hope you can find a way to communicate Aurobindo’s genius in more plain language. joe 12:05 AM

m alan kazlev said… Hi Joe, I have to say I have found ideas in your blog very helpful in further developing and widening my understanding of Integral and the Integral movement.
Yes much of Sri Aurobindo’s writings are heavy in style, perhaps because of his English private school upbring. Interestingly his Letters on Yoga (it’s since been published under another title, On Yoga or some such) are very easy to read; they’re just extracts from letters to disciples, replying to their questions (unfortunately the disciples letters are not included, so the complete context is at times hard to follow).
It took me a long time to learn how to read S.A.’s heavier books like The Life Divine and Synthesis on Yoga. I eventually realised you have to read just small parts here and there, whatever line or paragraph grabs your inspiration, and allow your inner being to be receptive to and uplifted by the Meaning behind the words. It’s the same with reading Ramana Maharshi, or any great sage. Approached on that level, Sri Aurobindo isn’t abstract at all!
I could never read his books from cover to cover, but Tusar seems to approach them in a more scholarly way, and that’s fine too. If you would like a good idea of what he is on about, but don’t want to have to plough through hundreds of pages of philosophy, I would recomend just read the last four chapters of The Life Divine. That way you go straight to his message of spiritual evolution pure and simple!For a while now I have felt more of an affilation with Synthesis of Yoga, which is more practical and mystical than philosophical in approach.
Then I discovered Sri Ramana, who is even more important to me now, as he teaches the realisation of the non-dual Self, which is necessary if one is to then progress to the stages beyond that, which is what Sri Aurobindo teaches (these stages, culminating in the Supreme individual and collective Realisation of the Supramental Godhead, are all described in those last four chapters of The Life Divine). Of course, for us ordinary mortals, even Self-Realisation (basic Enlightenment) is a huge task!
For me philosophy is mostly of little interest, perhaps because of that abstract quality that you refer to, although I appreciate for some it is a genuine sadhana (spiritual path). The way I tend to communicate what Sri Aurobindo taught is to focus on the practical and mystical side of the teachings, and their implications for the integral paradigm and the Earth as a whole. Of course that leaves out all the more purely philosophical and intellectual stuff, as well as all the poems and the political and social commentary.
But Sri Aurobindo is like an ocean, and it isn’t possible to encompass the whole ocean. One can only splash in the shallows. It’s like that when approiaching the teachings of every truly great sage. 3:09 AM

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by: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

IX young men of Caesar’s household
Fled before their master’s anger;
As a god he claimed their worship,
Though a sorry god was he.
For an insect, ever buzzing,
Still annoyed him at the banquet,
Still disturbed his rest and pleasure.
All the chasing of his servants
Could not drive away the torment.
Ever round the head of Caesar
Did the angry creature hover,
Threatening with its poisoned sting
Still it flew, and swiftly circling,
Made confusion at the table,
Messenger of Beelzebub,
The infernal Lord of flies.

“Ha!” — so spake the youths together,
“He a god that fears an insect!
Can a god be thus molested?
Does a god, like wretched mortals,
Feast and revel at the banquet?
Nay! to Him, the one, the only,
Who the sun and moon created,
Who hath made the stars in glory,
Shall we henceforth bend the knee!”

So they spake, and left the palace,
Left it in their trim apparel;
By a shepherd led, they hastened
To a cave was in the mountain,
And they all went gliding in.
And the shepherd’s dog came after,
Though they strove to drive him from them;
Thrust himself toward his master,
Licked their hands in dumb entreaty,
That he might remain their fellow;
And lay down with them to sleep.

But the wrath of Caesar kindled,
When he knew that they had left him;
All his former love departed,
All his thought was vengeance only.
Out in quest he sent his people,
Traced them to the mountain hollow.
Not to fire nor sword he doomed them;
But he bade great stones be lifted
To the entrance of the cavern;
Saw it fastened up with mortar;
And so left them in their tomb.

But the youths lay calmly sleeping;
And the angel, their protector,
Spake before the throne of glory:
“I have watched beside the sleepers,
Made them turn in slumber ever,
That the damps of yonder cavern,
Should not cramp their youthful limbs;
And the rocks around I’ve opened,
That the sun at rising, setting,
May give freshness to their cheeks.
So they lie in rest and quiet,
In the bliss of happy dreams.”
So they lay; and still beside them,
Lay the dog in peaceful slumber,
Never whimpering in his sleep.

Years came on and years departed;
Till at last the young men wakened;
And the wall, so strongly fastened,
Now had fallen into ruin,
Crumbled by the touch of ages.
Then Iamblichus, the youngest,
And the goodliest of them all,
Seeing that the shepherd trembled,
Said, “I pray you now, my brothers,
Let me go to seek provisions;
I have gold, my life I’ll venture,
Tarry till I bring you bread.”

Ephesus, that noble city,
Then, for many a year, had yielded
To the faith of the Redeemer,
Jesus. (Glory to his name!)

And he ran into the city;
At the gate were many wardens,
Armed men on tower and turret,
But he passed them all unchallenged;
To the nearest baker’s went he,
And in haste demanded bread.

“Ha! young rogue,” exclaimed the baker,
“Surely thou hast found a treasure;
That old piece of gold betrays thee!
Give me, or I shall denounce thee,
Half the treasure thou hast found.”

And Iamblichus denied it.
But the baker would not listen;
Brawling till the watch came forward,
To the king they both were taken;
And the monarch, like the baker,
But a higher right asserting,
Claimed to share the treasure too.

But at last the wondrous story,
Which the young man told the monarch,
Proved itself by many tokens
Lord was he of that same palace,
Whither he was brought for judgment;
For he showed them to a pillar,
In the which a stone was loosened
Led unto a treasure chamber,
Heaped with gold and costly jewels.
Straightway came in haste his kindred,
All his clan came thronging round him,
Eager to advance their claim;
Each was nearer than the other.

And Iamblichus, the blooming,
Young in face, and form, and feature,
Stood an ancestor among them.
All bewildered he heard legends
Of his sons and of his grandsons,
Fathers of the men before him.
So amazed he stood and listened,
Patriarch in his early manhood;
While the crowd around him gathered,
Stalwart men, and mighty captains,
Him, the youngest, to acknowledge
As the founder of their race!
And one token with another
Made assurance doubly certain;
None can doubt the wondrous story
Of himself and of his comrades.

Shortly, to the cave returning,
King and people all go with him,
And they saw him enter in.
But no more to king or people,
Did the Chosen reappear.
For the Seven, who long had tarried —
Nay, but they were eight in number,
For the faithful dog was with them —
Thenceforth from the world were sundered.
The most blessed Angel Gabriel,
By the will of God Almighty,
Walling up the cave for ever,
Led them unto Paradise.

John Storer Cobb’s English translation of ‘The Seven Sleepers of Ephesus’ was first published in Goethe: Poetical Works, vol. II. Boston: Francis A Niccolls & Company, 1902.

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He who would save the world must be one with the world…
His soul must be wider than the universe
And feel eternity as its very stuff,
Rejecting the moment’s personality,
Know itself older than the birth of Time,
Creation an incident in its consciousness,
Arcturus and Belphegor grains of fire
Circling in a corner of its boundless self,
The world’s destruction a small transient storm
In the calm infinity it has become…
Consent to be nothing and none, dissolve Time’s work,
Cast off thy mind, step back from form and name.
Annul thyself that only God may be

60: The sun before abysmal Night

A Spiritual Biography of Savitri

A calm slow sun looked down from tranquil heavens…

The night’s gold treasure of autumnal moons

Came floating shipped through ripples of fairy air.

And Savitri’s life was glad, fulfilled like earth’s;

She had found herself, she knew her being’s aim.

Although her kingdom of marvellous change within

Remained unspoken in her secret breast,

All that lived round her felt its magic’s charm…

Absorbed in wide communion with the Unseen

The mild ascetics of the wood received

A sudden greatening of their lonely muse.

This bright perfection of her inner state

Poured overflowing into her outward scene,

Made beautiful dull common natural things

And action wonderful and time divine…

A light invaded all from her being’s light;

Her heart-beats’ dance communicated bliss:

Happiness grew happier, shared with her, by her touch

And grief some solace found when she drew near.

Above the cherished head of Satyavan

She saw not now Fate’s dark and lethal orb;

A golden circle round a mystic sun

Disclosed to her new-born predicting sight

The cyclic rondure of a sovereign life…

He lay not by a dolorous decree

A victim in the dismal antre of death…

Always he was with her, a living soul

That met her eyes with close enamoured eyes,

A living body near to her body’s joy.

But now no longer in these great wild woods…

But mid the thinking high-built lives of men…

Body to body near, soul near to soul,

Moving as if by a common breath and will,

They were tied in the single circling of their days

Together by love’s unseen atmosphere,

Inseparable like the earth and sky.

Thus for a while she trod the Golden Path;

This was the sun before abysmal Night.

Once as she sat in deep felicitous muse,

Still quivering from her lover’s strong embrace,

And made her joy a bridge twixt earth and heaven,

An abyss yawned suddenly beneath her heart.

A vast and nameless fear dragged at her nerves

As drags a wild beast its half-slaughtered prey;

It seemed to have no den from which it sprang:

It was not hers, but hid its unseen cause.

Then rushing came its vast and fearful Fount.

A formless Dread with shapeless endless wings

Filling the universe with its dangerous breath,

A denser darkness than the Night could bear,

Enveloped the heavens and possessed the earth.

A rolling surge of silent death, it came

Curving round the far edge of the quaking globe;

Effacing heaven with its enormous stride

It willed to expunge the choked and anguished air

And end the fable of the joy of life.

It seemed her very being to forbid,

Abolishing all by which her nature lived,

And laboured to blot out her body and soul,

A clutch of some half-seen Invisible,

An ocean of terror and of sovereign might,

A person and a black Infinity.

It seemed to cry to her without thought or word

The message of its dark eternity

And the awful meaning of its silences…

A voice to the dumb anguish of the heart

Conveyed a stark sense of unspoken words;

In her own depths she heard the unuttered thought

That made unreal the world and all life meant.

“Who art thou who claim’st thy crown of separate birth,

The illusion of thy soul’s reality

And personal godhead on an ignorant globe

In the animal body of imperfect man?

Hope not to be happy in a world of pain

And dream not, listening to the unspoken Word

And dazzled by the inexpressible Ray,

Transcending the mute Superconscient’s realm

To give a body to the Unknowable…

Or call into thy chamber the Divine

And sit with God tasting a human joy.

I have created all, all I devour;

I am Death and the dark terrible Mother of life,

I am Kali black and naked in the world,

I am Maya and the universe is my cheat.

I lay waste human happiness with my breath

And slay the will to live, the joy to be

That all may pass back into nothingness

And only abide the eternal and absolute…

For only the blank Eternal can be true…

O soul, inventor of man’s thoughts and hopes…

At last know thyself, from vain existence cease.”

A shadow of the negating Absolute,

The intolerant Darkness travelled surging past

And ebbed in her the formidable Voice…

Then from the heights a greater Voice came down…

The cry of the Abyss drew Heaven’s reply,

A might of storm chased by the might of the Sun:

“O Soul, bare not thy kingdom to the foe;

Consent to hide thy royalty of bliss

Lest Time and Fate find out its avenues

And beat with thunderous knock upon thy gates.

Hide whilst thou canst thy treasure of separate self

Behind the luminous rampart of thy depths

Till of a vaster empire it grows part.

But not for self alone the self is won:

Content abide not with one conquered realm;

Adventure all to make the whole world thine,

To break into greater kingdoms turn thy force.

Fear not to be nothing that thou mayst be all;

Assent to the emptiness of the Supreme

That all in thee may reach its absolute…

If for thy own sake only thou hast come,

An immortal spirit into the mortal’s world…

Why hadst thou any need to come at all?

Thou hast come down into a struggling world…

To make thy life a bridge twixt earth and heaven…

God must be born on earth and be as man

That man being human may grow even as God.

He who would save the world must be one with the world…

His soul must be wider than the universe

And feel eternity as its very stuff,

Rejecting the moment’s personality,

Know itself older than the birth of Time,

Creation an incident in its consciousness,

Arcturus and Belphegor grains of fire

Circling in a corner of its boundless self,

The world’s destruction a small transient storm

In the calm infinity it has become.

If thou wouldst a little loosen the vast chain,

Draw back from the world that the Idea has made…

Then shalt thou know how the great bondage came.

Banish all thought from thee and be God’s void.

Then shalt thou uncover the Unknowable

And the Superconscient conscious grow on thy tops;

Infinity’s vision through thy gaze shall pierce,

Thou shalt look into the eyes of the Unknown;

Find the hid Truth in things seen null and false,

Behind things known discover Mystery’s rear.

Thou shalt be one with God’s bare reality

And the miraculous world he has become

And the diviner miracle still to be

When Nature who is now unconscious God

Translucent grows to the Eternal’s light,

Her seeing his sight, her walk his steps of power

And life is filled with a spiritual joy

And Matter is the Spirit’s willing bride.

Consent to be nothing and none, dissolve Time’s work,

Cast off thy mind, step back from form and name.

Annul thyself that only God may be.”

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Gangotri

INVITATION

With wind and the weather beating round me
Up to the hill and the moorland I go.
Who will come with me? Who will climb with me?
Wade through the brook and tramp through the snow?

Not in the petty circle of cities
Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;
Over me God is blue in the welkin
Against me the wind and the storm rebel.

I sport with solitude here in my regions,
Of misadventure have me a friend.
Who would live largely? Who would live freely?
Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.

I am the lord of tempest and mountain,
I am the Spirit of freedom and pride.
Stark must he be and a kinsman to danger
Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side.

–(Alipore Jail 1908-09)

REVELATION

Someone leaping from the rocks
Past me ran with windblown locks
Like a startled bright surmise
Visible to mortal eyes, —
Just a cheek of frightened rose
That with sudden beauty glows,
Just a footstep like the wind
And a hurried glance behind,
And then nothing, — as a thought
Escapes the mind ere it is caught.
Someone of the heavenly rout
From behind the veil ran out

A TREE

A tree beside the sandy river-beach
Holds up its topmost boughs
Like fingers towards the skies they cannot reach,
Earth-bound, heaven amorous.

This is the soul of man. Body and brain
Hungry for earth our heavenly flight detain.

THE MIRACLE OF BIRTH

I saw my soul a traveller through Time;
From life to life the cosmic ways it trod,
Obscure in the depths and on the heights sublime,
Evolving from the worm into the god.

A spark of the eternal Fire, it came
To build a house in Matter for the Unborn.
The inconscient sunless Night received the flame,
In the brute seed of things dumb and forlorn

Life stirred and Thought outlined a gleaming shape
Till on the stark inanimate earth could move,
Born to somnambulist Nature in her sleep
A thinking creature who can hope and love.

Still by slow steps the miracle goes on,
The Immortal’s gradual birth mid mire and stone.

BECAUSE THOU ART

Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss,
My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee;
It bears thy mystic touch in all that is
And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy.

Behind all eyes I meet Thy secret gaze
And in each voice I hear Thy magic tune:
Thy sweetness haunts my heart through Nature’s ways
??? Nowhere it beats now from Thy snare immune.

It loves Thy body in all living things;
??? Thy joy is there in every leaf and stone:
The moments bring thee on their fiery wings;
??? Sight’s endless artistry is Thou alone.

Time voyages with Thee upon its prow?
And all the futures passionate hope is Thou.
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BRIDE OF THE FIRE?

Bride of the Fire, clasp me now close,–
??? Bride of the Fire!
I have shed the bloom of the earthly rose,
??? I have slain desire.

Beauty of the Light, surround my life,–
??? Beauty of the Light!
I have sacrificed longing and parted from grief,
??? I can bear thy delight.

Image of ecstasy, thrill and enlace,–
??? Image of bliss!
I would see only thy marvellous face,
??? Feel only thy kiss.

Voice of Infinity, sound in my heart,–
??? Call of the One!
Stamp there thy radiance, never to part,
??? O living sun.
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A GOD’S LABOUR?

I have gathered my dreams in a silver air
??? Between the gold and the blue
And wrapped them softly and left them there,
??? My jeweled dreams of you.

I had hoped to build a rainbow bridge
??? Marrying the soil to the sky
And sow in this dancing planet midge
??? The moods of infinity.

But too bright were our heavens, too far away,
??? Too frail their ethereal stuff;
Too splendid and sudden our light could not stay;
??? The roots were not deep enough.

He who would bring the heavens here
??? Must descend himself? into clay
And the burden of earthly nature bear
??? And tread the dolorous way.

Coercing my godhead I have come down
??? Here on the sordid earth,
Ignorant, labouring, human grown
??? Twixt the gates of death and birth.

I have been digging deep and long
??? Mid a horror of filth and mire
A bed for the golden river’s song,
??? A home for the deathless fire.

I have laboured and suffered in Matter’s night
??? To bring the fire to man;
But the hate of hell and human spite
??? Are my meed since the world began.

For man’s mind is the dupe of his animal self;
??? Hoping its lusts to win,
He harbours within him a grisly Elf
??? Enamoured of sorrow and sin.

The grey Elf shudders from heaven’s flame
??? And from all things glad and pure;
Only by pleasure and passion and pain
??? His drama can endure.

All around is darkness and strife;
??? For the lamps that men call suns
Are but halfway gleams on this stumbling life
??? Cast by the Undying Ones.

Man lights his little torches of hope
??? That lead to a failing edge;
A fragment of Truth is his widest scope,
??? An inn his pilgrimage.

The Truth of truths men fear and deny,
??? The Light of lights they refuse;
To ignorant gods they lift their cry
??? Or a demon altar choose.

All that was found must again be sought,
??? Each enemy slain revives,
Each battle for ever is fought and refought
??? Through vistas of fruitless lives.

My gaping wounds are a thousand and one
??? And the Titan kings assail,
But I cannot rest till my task is done
??? And wrought the eternal will.

How they mock and sneer, both devils and men!
??? “Thy hope is Chimera’s head
Painting the sky with its fiery stain;
??? Thou shalt fall and thy work lie dead.

“Who art thou that babblest of heavenly ease
??? And joy and golden room
To us who are waifs on inconscient seas
??? And bound to life’s iron doom?

“This earth is ours, a field of Night
??? For our petty flickering fires.
How shall it brook the sacred Light
??? Or suffer a god’s desires?

“Come, let us slay him and end his course!
??? Then shall our hearts have release
From the burden and call of his glory and force
??? And the curb of his wide white peace.”

But the god is there in my mortal breast
??? Who wrestles with error and fate
And tramples a road through mire and waste
??? For the nameless Immaculate.

A voice cried, “Go where none have gone!
??? Dig deeper, deeper? yet
Till thou reach the grim foundation stone
??? And knock at the keyless gate.”

I saw that a falsehood was planted deep
??? At the very root of things
Where the grey Sphinx guards God’s riddle sleep
??? On the Dragon’s outspread wings.

I left the surface gods of mind
??? And life’s unsatisfied seas
And plunged through the body’s alleys blind
??? To the nether mysteries.

I have delved through the dumb Earth’s dreadful heart
??? And heard her black mass’s bell.
I have seen the source whence her agonies part
??? And the inner reason of hell.

Above me the dragon murmurs moan
??? And the goblin voices flit;
I have pierced the Void where Thought was born,
??? I have walked in the bottomless pit.

On a desperate stair my feet have trod
??? Armoured with boundless peace,
Bringing the fires of the splendour of God
??? Into the human abyss.

He who I am was with me still;
??? All veils are breaking now.
I have heard His voice and borne His will
??? On my vast untroubled brow.

The gulf twixt the depths and the heights is bridged
??? And the golden waters pour
Down the sapphire mountain rainbow-ridged
??? And glimmer from shore to shore.

Heaven’s fire is lit in the breast of the earth
??? And the undying suns here burn;
Through a wonder cleft in the bounds of birth
??? The incarnate spirits yearn

Like flames to the kingdoms of Truth and Bliss:
??? Down a gold-red stair-way wend
The radiant children of Paradise
??? Clarioning darkness’s end.

A little more and the new life’s doors
??? Shall be carved in silver light
With its aureate roof and mosaic floors
??? In a great world bare and bright.

I shall leave my dreams in their argent air,
??? For in a raiment of gold and blue
There shall move on the earth embodied and fair
??? The living truth of you.

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