[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
thrown back on faith, and all the rest of the aspect of criticism which an accidentla
nauseous mess of medieval superstition, and controversy has thus caused me to notice,
we may just as well have vital principle and and so to anticipate the obvious line of
creative power as not, for Science cannot attack which the more frivolous type of
help us. True, if we do not use critic will employ, and return to our proper
all the methods at our disposal! But we business, the summary of our own position
go beyond. We admit that all mental with regard to Buddhism.
methods known are singularly liable to Buddhism is a logical development of the
illusion and inaccuracy of any sort. So observed facts; whoso is with me so far is
were the early determinations of specific Sammaditthi, and has taken the first step on
heat. Even biologists have erred. But to the the Noble Eightfold Path.
true scientist every failure is a stepping- Let him aspire to knowledge, and the
stone to success; every mistake is the key Second Step is under his feet.
to a new truth. The rest lies with Research.
Aum ! I take my refuge holy in the Light and Peace of Buddh.
Aum ! I take my refuge, slowly working out His Law of Good.
Aum ! I take my refuge lowly in His Pitying Brotherhood.
EPILOGUE
When the chill of earth black-breasted is Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a
uplifted at the glance counterpart in them.
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance
blossoms dance of fear,
With the light that stirs and lustres of the Laughs the looker to derision, only comes
dawn, and with the bloom to disappear,
Of the wind s cheek as it clusters from the Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the
hidden valley s gloom; glowing bud dissever:
Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and
the solemn ways are nothingness for ever.
Of the immemorial places shut behind the In the blessed, the enlightened, perfect eyes
starry rays; these visions pass,
Of the East and all its splendour, of the Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened,
West and all its peace; leave no stain upon the glass.
And the stubborn lights grow tender, and One last stroke, O heart-free master, one
the hard sounds hus and cease. last certain calm of will,
In the wheel of heaven revolving, mysteries And the maker of Disaster shall be stricken
of death and birth, and grow still.
In the womb of time dissolving, shape anew Burn thou to the core of matter, to the
a heaven and earth. spirit s utmost flame,
Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwind- Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin
ling, ever dear, sight and form and name!
Ever worth the passion growing to distil a Shatter, lake-reflected spectre; lake, rise up
doubtful tear. in mist to sun;
These are with me, these are of me, these Sun, dissolve in showers of nectar, and the
approve me, these obey, Master s work is done.
Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, Nectar perfume gently stealing, masterful
master of the night and day. and sweet and strong,
These are real, these illusion: I am of them, Cleanse the world with light of healing in
false or frail, the ancient House of Wrong!
True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirit s Free a million million mortals on the wheel
shadow-veil, of being tossed!
Till the Knowledge-Lotus flowering hides Open wide the mystic portals, and be
the world beneath its stem; altogether lost!
120
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]