In the Witness’s occult rooms with mind-built walls On hidden interiors, lurking passages Opened the windows of the inner sight. He owned the house of undivided Time. Lifting the heavy curtain of the flesh He stood upon a threshold serpent-watched, And peered into gleaming endless corridors, Silent and listening in the silent heart For the coming of the new and the unknown. He gazed across the empty stillnesses And heard the footsteps of the undreamed Idea In the far avenues of the Beyond. He heard the secret Voice, the Word that knows, And saw the secret face that is our own. The inner planes uncovered their crystal doors; Strange powers and influences touched his life. From the mystic spaces where Ashwapati resided, he now took the role of a Witness. The mysterious rooms of Ashwapati's experiences as a witness were built by mind. The windows of inner sight opened and he could see the inner paths actively hiding from a normal sight. His inner eyes could see the past, present and ...