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Worshipping the Cosmic Idol |
O Infinite Spirit, I shall worship Thee as finite, today. O Cosmic
Silence, I shall hear Thine unheard voice through the murmur of
brooks, the song of nightingales, the sound of blown conch-shells,
the beat of oceans, and the hum of vibrations.
India-wise, in the cosmic temple of my mind, in ceremony I shall
worship Thee, my Idol of Finitude. I shall behold in reverence Thy
face, glowing red with vital power in the sun, and bestowing soothing
moonbeam-glances to dispel my gloom.
I shall no more call Thee unseen, for during my worship I shall
look straight through Thine infinite, starry eyes into Thy mystic
heart. With Thy breath of the heaving wind I shall mix my borrowed
breath. My wordless chants of yearning for Thee will sing in cadence
with my heart-throbs. I shall feel Thy heart beating in all hearts.
I shall watch Thy working hands in the law of gravitation and in
all other cosmic forces. In the sound of the feet of all living
creatures I shall hear Thy footsteps.
In my worship, I shall behold Thy vast, skiey body, adorned with
the dark, twinkling veil of night, or the pale light of dawn, or
the grey twilight. O, my Cosmic Idol, garlanded with the stringed
beads of the milky way, diademed with the rainbow, wearing diamonds
of glittering planets, I bow to Thee.
The pores of the sky perspire with Thy life, and Thy blood runs
through Thy veins of rivers, streams, streamlets and the blood-cells
of men. No more as unseen shall I worship Thee, but as my seen,
Cosmic-bodied Idol.
The temple-bells of nature's harmony, the drumbeats of sea-roars,
the myriad candles of minds and chants of all churches, devotion-flowers
from the garden of souls, and the incense of loves—are all
assembled by me for Thy worship, O visible Idol of my soul.
With opened eyes and the eye of my mind, I shall behold Thee, my
living Idol-of-Nature God, and worship Thee with vocal or mental
chants, with a bouquet of devotion, activity, and wisdom, with the
language of love, heart-whispers, tearless tears of meditation,
and silent sobs of intuition.
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