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A HYMN OF THE THOUGHT GODS
Based on V.52-58
The shining host has arisen in my soul, the host of the
Thought-gods and, they sing a hymn as they march upward,
a hymn of the heart's illumination. March thou on, O my
soul, impetuously to their violent and mighty music. For they
are drunken with the joy of an inspiration that betrays not
to falsehood, because the truth of eternal Nature is its guide.
They are the comrades of a firm and blazing Light and in the force of the Light
they work out their lofty aggressions; conquerors, violently they march on their path, self-protecting they
guard of themselves the soul against falsehood; for they are many
and march without a gap in their brilliant ranks. Violent are they
as a herd of rushing bulls; the nights come against them, but
they overleap the nights; they possess the earth in our thoughts
and they rise with them to the heavens. No half-lights, no impotent things are they, but mighty in aggression and puissant to
attain. Spears of light they hold and they loose them from their
hands at the children of Darkness; the flashing lightnings of the
Thought-gods search the night and the light of heaven rises of
itself on our souls at their battle-call. Truth is their shining
strength; the hosts of the Thought-gods are the artificers of the
soul and they fashion its immortality; themselves they yoke
their coursers to the chariot of our life and they drive galloping
to the joy that is its goal.
They have bathed their limbs in the waters of Parushni,
in the stream that has a multitude of currents, they have put on
their divine raiment and now with the wheels of their chariots
they break open all Nature's secret caves. Sometimes they march
on a thousand branching paths, sometimes they rush direct at
their goal; sometimes their paths are within, sometimes they
follow outward Nature's thousand ways; the world-sacrifice
fulfils itself by the many names of their godhead and by their
ever-widening march. Now they make themselves as galloping
forces of our life, now they are gods and powers of the soul; at
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last they put on forms of a supreme world, forms of vision, forms
of light. They have attained to the goal, they support the rhythms
of the world, chanting they weave their glorious dance round the
very fountain of things; they are creators of supreme forms, they
expand the soul in vision and make it a divine blaze of light. For these are
rushing seekers of the Truth; for the Truth their lightnings stab and search;
they are seers, they are creators and ordainers; their aggressions are inspired by the might and force of
heaven, therefore affirmed in our thoughts they speed carrying
us confidently on their way. When the mind is full of them, it is
borne on towards godhead, for they have the radiant inspiration
of the path.
Who has known the place of their birth or who has sat in
their high beatitudes ? Who desires and seeks his Friend beyond?
A Mother bore them many-hued in her soul and of her they tell
him; a Violent One was their Father whose impulse drives all
beings that are born, and him they reveal. Seven and seven the
Thought-gods came to me and seven times they gave a hundred-fold ; in Yamuna I will bathe the shining herds of my thoughts
which they have given, I will purify my swiftnesses in the river of
my soul.
Lo, they march on in their cohorts and their companies;
let us follow in their steps with the pace of our thinkings. For
they bear with them an imperishable seed of creation and the
grain of immortal forms and this if they plant in the fields of the soul, there
shall grow as its harvest life universal and bliss transcendent. They will put by all that derides our aspiration and pass
beyond all that limits us; they will destroy all fault and dumbness
and the soul's poverties. For theirs is the rain of the abundance
of heaven and theirs the storms that set flowing the rivers of life;
their thunders are the chant of the hymn of the gods and the
proclamations of the Truth. They are the eye that leads us on a
happy path and he who follows them shall not stumble, nor have pain nor hurt,
nor decay nor die; their plenitudes are not destroyed nor their felicities diminished; they make of man a seer
and a king. Their vastness is the blazing of a divine Sun; they
shall place us in the seats of Immortality.
Of all that was of old and of all that is new, of all that rises
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from the soul and all that seeks expression they are the impellers.
They stand in the upper and the lower and the middle heaven;
they have descended from the highest supreme. They are born of
the Truth; they are luminous leaders of the mind; they shall
drink the sweet wine of delight and give us the supreme inspirations. The Woman, the Divine is with them who shall put away
from us hurt and thirst and desire and refashion man's mind in
the form of the godhead. Lo, these are knowers of the Truth,
seers whom the Truth inspires, vast in expression, vast in diffusion, young for ever and immortal.
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