'Within thy thinking cosmic thought doth live, Within thy feeling cosmic forces play, Within thy will do cosmic beings work; Abandon thou thyself to cosmic thought, Experience thyself through cosmic force, Create thyself anew from cosmic will. End not at last in cosmic distances By fantasies of dreamy thought beguiled. Do thou begin in farthest spirit-realms And end in the recesses of thy soul. The plan divine then shalt thou recognize When thou hast realized thy Self in thee.'
(Becomes entranced by a vision, then comes to himself and speaks.)
(Three Figures, representing soul-forces, float round him.)
Abundant power is thine For lofty spirit-flight; Its sure foundation rests Upon the human will. Its temper hath been tried By sure and certain hope. It hath grown strong as steel By sight of future times. Thou dost but courage lack To pour into thy will Thy confidence in life. Into the vast Unknown Dare but to venture forth!
From cosmic distances And from the sun's glad light, From utmost realms of stars And magic might of worlds, From heaven's ethereal blue And spirit's lofty power, Win mightiness of soul; And send its radiant beams Deep down within thine heart; That knowledge glowing warm May thus be born in thee.
They are deceiving thee This evil sisterhood; They seek but to ensnare By trickery and guile. The gifts so seeming fair Which they have offered thee Will vanish into air When thou wouldst hold them fast With all thy human strength. They lead thee on to worlds Inhabited by gods, Where thou wilt be destroyed If, once within their realm, Thou strivest to o'ercome By human strength alone.
It was quite plain that here some beings spake-- And yet it is most sure that no one else-- Beside myself--is present in this place.
So have I but held converse with myself And yet that too seems quite impossible-- For ne'er could I imagine such discourse As here I listened to....
(From his gestures it is plain he feels unable to reply 'yes.')
Thy thoughts do now descend To depths of human life And what as soul doth compass thee around And what as spirit is enchained in thee, Is lost in cosmic depth, From whose fulness quaffing Mankind doth live in thought; From whose fulness living Mankind illusion weaves.