Would you storm my Mystery and
Seek to find
That which is behind my veil-
Then senseless, being-less, creation-less
Thou must become
The thundering Silence
Is my voice
Stillness is the herald
Of my way appointed;
Being-less, I am present most
When most away
Not being is my name-
By no other will I be known.
Limitless, I know no limitation
Save those passing forms
Which dwell within the Aura of my Majesty
While I permit.
From "The Space Born" Manly P. Hall
The Library of Congress lists First pub. 1901, Reprint 1930.
I have only a paperback version, I picked up, at the P.R.S. back when Mr. Hall was still with us. 1978
As a paperback, it only had a limited number of 2000.
More to follow...Until then...Dear Friend
'The Lord Maitreya Speaks'
For all Life's hours of dark
I am the Dawn;
To all the shadowed nights
I am the Morn;
Of all the paths that wind
I am the End;
Through all Life's hopeless fight
I am the Friend.
Who answers every prayer?
I am the One;
Of all the heavenly lights
I am the Sun.
Of all the circling things
I am the Cause;
Of all this wondrous plan
I am the Laws.
For all who seek to know
I am the Way;
To those by darkness bound
I am the Day;
For all who struggle on
I am the Goal;
Of all this seething all
I am the Soul.
From "The Space Born" Mystical Poetry By Manly P. Hall
You see to find among the creatures of
the mist One to tell you of that Mystery
beyond the clouds, the Mystery that
dwells within My splendor.
You ask who has been sent to bear witness
of the Absolute.
O blind creation! seek about you.
Dwells there anything but that
teaches the wisdom of My Mystery?
From that day when time poured forth
from Me, they come- the appointed
messengers of My way mysterious.
To you they bring the tribute of the 'I'.
They serve the Not -self, ministering
to the dream in the name of Reality.
The sage, with bowed head seeks with
wisdom to define Me- searching the
infinite for word to tell My name or
letters letters with which to scribe the
secret of my identity.
The seer, who, with clearer eye'
pierces the mist a little way,
glimpses My glory and falls back
abashed, afraid, uncertain.
From "The Space born" Mystical Poetry of Manly P. Hall
O lady of the sky'
Thy servant see
And from thy throne on high
Bend to my plea.
O lady robed in light,
O Lotus One,
Fair mistress of the night
Bride of the sun.
Thou gracious starry maid,
By Heaven blest,
Pour from thy urn of jade
Incline thy gilded face
And smile on me,
That I may through thy grace
At thy fair feet so white
I bend in love.
Preserve me in thy right
O One above.
Safe 'neath thy robes of gold,
Against thy breast,
Thou who art ages old,
give me thy rest.
From "Space Born" Mystical Poetry by Manly P. Hall
Photo by Nemo taken in front of Mr. Hall's office just outside library.P.R.S.
First the Self-born Lord in contemplation
Entered the state of Unreality, dwelling
For a moment in Illusion. As spirit to the
Body comes at birth and dons the
Veil of non tranquility
So the Self within the Not-self was immersed.
The Uncreated in His dream became Creator
The opposites His progeny. The One assumed the Two
The Two brought then the Three- and thus
The multitudes were born of Him who is
The Only One, and He alone is real in fact,
Permanent and unmoved.
Men live within the dream of the Infinite,
Dwelling in the shadows of His sleepings-
Timeless, measureless, hopeless as a dream.
The Lord dwelleth in His meditations:
All thoughts His thoughts, all dreams his dreaming
Through the Not-self he knows himself again.
The Space Born
Manly P. Hall