The Heart of the Master

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