The Music swiftly sinks to a low brooding rapture, solemn 
and slow: 
3. That which thou createst is thine Understanding of thy Love. 
Then comes a sudden shaking and confusion, as if the 
harmony were broken up into innumerable fragments; clashing 
together, nor is there any speech articulate; until a fearful blast peals 
forth, a trumpeting of Majesty. But within the blare of the tempest 
sounds a Voice steady and stern, yet full of peace and kindliness: 
4. The Necessity of the Universe is the Measure of thy 
Righteousness. 
Now follows martial music, wild and full of the rushing of 
Fire: 
5. The Movement of the Universe is the Fulfilment of thine 
Energy. 
And this is blended with the echo of all former voices and 
their music, so that the whole Abyss is filled with their orchestration to 
one Symphony. 
6. The Order of the Universe is the Expression of thy Rapture of 
Beauty. 
This fades away into a deep and tender tune, like 
nightingales beside a waterfall; and the voice comes twittering: 
7. The Sensibility of the Universe is the Triumph of thine 
Imagination. 
Quick thrills inform the air, the perpetual quire of myriads 
of young boys and girls: 
8. The Mutability of the Universe is the Splendour of thine 
Ingenuity. 
And now again all sound is gathered into one, an endless 
monotone of power impregnable, like the trumpeting of an elephant in 
Spring: 
9. The Stability of the Universe is Change, the Assurance of thy 
Truth.Then, last of all, the soul of Music takes the shape of a pure 
Maiden's voice, and she sings: 
10. The Perfection of the Universe is the Realization of the Ideal 
of thy Passion. 
Lo, in the Silence following is my spirit so enlightened at 
its apprehension of these Secret Joys of the Master, that I was once 
more lost to myself and lived again for a little while in Him. 
  
  
The Two and Twenty Secret Instructions of the Master. 
  
Now that I am come to myself, I yearn in ageless sorrow for that 
which I am so little able to attain. I bleed inwardly, so that my passion