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After a measureless moment of the soul Again returning to these surface fields Out of the timeless depths where he had sunk, He heard once more the slow tread of the hours. All once perceived and lived was far away; Himself was to himself his only scene. Above the Witness and his universe He stood in a realm of boundless silences Awaiting the Voice that spoke and built the worlds. A light was round him wide and absolute, A diamond purity of eternal sight; A consciousness lay still, devoid of forms, Free, wordless, uncoerced by sign or rule, For ever content with only being and bliss; A sheer existence lived in its own peace On the single spirit's bare and infinite ground. Out of the sphere of Mind he had arisen, He had left the reign of Nature's hues and shades; He dwelt in his self's colourless purity. It was a plane of undetermined spirit That could be a zero or round sum of things, A state in which all ceased and all began. All it became that figures the absolute, A high vast peak whence Spirit could see the worlds, Calm's wide epiphany, wisdom's mute home, A lonely station of Omniscience, A diving-board of the Eternal's power, A white floor in the house of All-Delight. Here came the thought that passes beyond Thought, Here the still Voice which our listening cannot hear, The Knowledge by which the knower is the known, 
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