At
closing of each Kalpa, Indian Prince! All things which be back to My
Being come: At the beginning of each Kalpa, all Issue new-born from
Me.
By Energy And help of Prakriti, my outer Self, Again, and yet again,
I make go forth The realms of visible things- without their will-
All of them- by the power of Prakriti.
Yet these great makings, Prince! involve
Me not Enchain Me not ! I sit apart from them, Other, and Higher,
and Free; nowise attached!
Thus doth the stuff of worlds,
moulded by Me, Bring forth all that which is, moving or still,
Living or lifeless! Thus the worlds go on! The minds
untaught mistake Me, veiled in form;- Naught see they of My secret
Presence, nought Of My hid Nature, ruling all which lives.
Vain hopes pursuing, vain deeds doing;
fed On vainest knowledge, senselessly they seek An evil way,
the way of brutes and fiends. But My Mahatmas, those of noble soul
Who tread the path celestial, worship Me With hearts
unwandering,- knowing Me the Source, Th' Eternal Source,
of Life.
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