A chambered nautilus is the sleeping soul In its pearly septum sealed to view, Captain of a craft without a goal Driven towards an unseen rendezvous.
Venturing slowly from its time-made shell Through coral groves and walls like sapphire, In the ocean of life tumbled and tossed pell-mell In a body awash in the eddies of desire.
Yet this is but a fragmentary show, In subterranean depths the gods prepare The voyage of a covert embryo To journey from the depths of our despair
To worlds of sanctity and build anew A greater man imbued with ageless grace In golden forms beyond the mind's small view, Forerunner of a Supramental race.
Poems Undated (1727)
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