[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 15]

Elevation.

6-XI-1912

No form of our seeing

Of body or mind…

The edge of its being

Doth Soul |selfness| into

Man, bust, sea and meadow…

God is not its body

The world that God’s shadow

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Not higher, not inward

But being ward, we go

My soul and myself

Some duality I know

But as mine… But it grows now

Less dread |unity|

And I loss the sense of me

In full sense of me.

I name me with all things

In thinner real absurd

Of essence. I see…

I am God’s… I am God

[15v]

2.

{…} things that seem…

God’s but one last dream…

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{…} around me still clings

Yet somewhere without me

As a snake round me curled –

Like a dream of remembering.

The thought of the world.

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But in span, though aside – travelling

We find but men span,

And in spirit, though high-flying,

But spirit we trace,

In God as we think him

And as him then I knew a real a dream true

But here we find newness

Vein is everywhere

Yet newness came anew,

Then may we dare

Dream of as a real 

Dreamed figment of dream.