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The Ninth Lesson: Metempsychosis.859
And as you have climbed step after step up the arduous path, so will you,
hereafter climb still higher paths, but no longer in unconsciousness, but with
your spiritual eyes wide open to the Rays of Truth pouring forth from the
great Central Sun—the Absolute.
Concluding this lesson, we would quote two selections from the American
poet, Whitman, whose strange genius was undoubtedly the result of vague
memories springing from a previous life, and which burst into utterances
often not more than half understood by the mind that gave them birth.
Whitman says:
“Facing West from California’s shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
A, a child, very old, over waves, toward the house of maternity, the land of migrations,
look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled:
For starting Westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia, from the north, from God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and spice islands,
Long having wandered since, round the earth having wandered,
Now I face home again, very pleased and joyous.
(But where is what I started for so long ago?
And why is it yet unfound?)”
* * *
“I know I am deathless.
I know that this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter’s compass;
And whether I come to my own to-day, or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now or with equal cheerfulness can wait.”
* * *
“As to you, Life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths.
No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.”
* * *