AFTER READING THE UPANISHADS OUT of the dusky chamber of the brain Flows the imperial will through dream on dream: The fires of life around it tempt and gleam; The lights of earth behind it fade and wane. Pa**ed beyond beauty tempting dream on dream, The pure will seeks the heart-hold of the light: Sounds the deep OM, the mystic word of might: Forth from the heart-hold breaks the living stream. Pa**ed out beyond the deep heart music-filled, The kingly will sits on the ancient throne, Wielding the sceptre, fearless, free, alone, Knowing in Brahma all it dared and willed.