Harold
Monro .
Go
to
the heart of all, and
watch
the
seed
Strive
godward
and at
last become
the
flower.
Once , long
before the birth
of time, a
storm
Of white
desire , by
its
own
ardour
hurled
,
Flashed
out
of
infinite
Desire
,
took
form
,
Strove
,
won
,
survived
:
and God
became the
world
.
Next
,
some
internal
force
began
to
move
Within
the
bosom
of
that
latest
earth
:
The
spirit
of
an
elemental
love
Stirred
outward
from
itself
,
and
God
was birth
.
Then
outward
,
upward
,
with
heroic
thew
,
Savage
from
young
and
bursting blood
of
life
,
Desire
took
form
,
and
conquered
,
and
anew
Strove
,
conquered
,
and
took
form
:
God
was
that
strife
.
Thus
,
like
a
comet
,
fiery
flight
on
Alight
,
Flash
upon
flash
,
and
purple
morn
on
morn
:
But always out
of
agony
-
delight
;
And out
of
death
-
God
ever more
reborn
,
Till
,
waxing
fair and subtle
and
supreme
,
Desiring
his
own
spirit
to
possess
,
Man
of
the bright
eyes and
the ardent
dream
Saw
paradise
,
and God
was
Consciousness
.
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