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At the Feet of The Mother

God’s Secret Tunnel, p. 289

Opening Remarks
Now he suddenly comes across a hidden passage, a well or a tunnel through which he can go further.

A covert answer
A covert answer to his seeking came.

A sudden passage opens before his inner sight even as he is searching and seeking to go further.

A recluse gate
In a far shimmering background of Mind-Space
A glowing mouth was seen, a luminous shaft;
A recluse gate it seemed, musing on joy,
A veiled retreat and escape to mystery.

In some deep background of the Mind-Space he sees a shaft of light as if leading towards some profound mystery. It seemed like a glowing mouth, a solitary gate of joy in a domain of stillness and peace, or a retreat towards some greatness unknown.

A tunnel of God
Away from the unsatisfied surface world
It fled into the bosom of the unknown,
A well, a tunnel of the depths of God.

It was as if a well or a tunnel had been dig leading one far from the surface agitations towards the bosom of God.

Mystic grove of hope
It plunged as if a mystic groove of hope
Through many layers of formless voiceless self
To reach the last profound of the world’s heart,
And from that heart there surged a wordless call
Pleading with some still impenetrable Mind,
Voicing some passionate unseen desire.

It was as if a mystic grove of hope led through many layers of silent, formless self to reach the last depth of the world’s heart. He was drawn towards it as if called without a voice or word towards some deep passion of the Divine Player that had brought the world into existence. The answer to the mystery of creation which the mind’s vast impersonal self could not answer seemed to be here.

A beckoning finger of secrecy
As if a beckoning finger of secrecy
Outstretched into a crystal mood of air,
Pointing at him from some near hidden depth,
As if a message from the world’s deep soul,
An intimation of a lurking joy
That flowed out from a cup of brooding bliss,
There shimmered stealing out into the Mind
A mute and quivering ecstasy of light,
A passion and delicacy of roseate fire.

It was as if a finger of secrecy called him silently, by an inviting gesture outstretched into that atmosphere of luminous joy pointing towards some hidden inner depth. It was as if the world’s deep soul had sent a message hinting at some lurking joy and brooding bliss. A mute and quivering ecstasy of light and a passion and delicacy of glowing rose-like fire giving comfort and joy shimmered as if stealing into the Self of Mind.

Closing Remarks
Aswapati has reached the Self of Mind but the Soul of the world and its mystic heart was yet unseen. Now he finds a solitary gate of entry towards the heart of the world, a gate of joy and the passion that goes into the world-play.

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