Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. július-december (26. évfolyam, 26-53. szám)

1943-07-29 / 30. szám

vol. xxvi.

JULY 29, 1943

NO, 30.

FABULOUS TIME----------------------------- By KATHRYN RAW ------------------------------THE AMERICAN RED CROSS

The narrow passage of time and space widened, then receded, and was completely forgotten by the man who contemplated the universe. For a few moments, as measured by the finite clock, he was bewildered, until he grew accustomed to the wide expanse of consciousness that engulfed him. He walked among the windless calm of eternal things where the transient world With its ephemeral hours does Bot exist. He entered into the depths of solitude and silence and found the garden where Beauty Is Perpetual. The air Was clear and bright with the golden sunbeams that filtered through the leafy branches of the plum trees, and made a lacy shadow-pattern on the path.

In the center of the garden was a jade sea that encircled a small moonshaped island — the f Island of Delectable Thoughts — composed of the universal substance, where poets may retreat and compose their poems in , appropriate language.

As the man passed over the : Bridge of Inspiration that ! spanned the tranquil water, he I grew conscious of his being j elevated through the revelations that came from the Immortals. He walked among flowers that raised their face to the eternal iun, their exotic perfume wafted i»n the breath of the wind, j He heard a strange sound of

1' music without instruments, as of Soft falling rain in the spring, (the wind murmuring among the bamboo fronds, the stir of leaves «and the chirping of birds. No

words were needed to tell him the meaning of the music, for it widened his imagination and set him adrift in a cosmic sea which r*irrored the Pool of Dreams, wherein is reflected all the events that have taken place since time began. He gazed long into the jade depths, eager to learn the meaning of life, but the fleeting impressions passed so swiftly before his vision they were gone before he could grasp them.

The man grew aware of another’s presence in the garden and turned to see a white-robed stranger before him.

“Fear is the greatest handicap of the mind,” the sage said. “To fear is to deprive the neophyte’s spirit of courage and initiative, the essentials needed when the soul would roam the universe. Learn the basal principle of

your inner self — the Self that knows no limits of time and

space, and walks among the

stars, and communes with the

Universal Spirit. Ignorance is but the absence of knowledge — fill your mind’s vast capacity with spiritual elements of wisdom. Let reason rule your every action. Combine wisdom and reason and you will walk the right path.”

The sage was silent for a moment, in order to allow his words to leave their impression on the man.

“The outer self is unreal and the world it moves in is but a hollow dream, which has its existence in fabulous time,” resumed the wise one. “Do not be deluded by the pleasures of

the hours of idleness; but acquire a tranquillity of mind that will strengthen you when forbidden desires seek to overwhelm you. The world, compounded of space and time, is grotesque — for only shadows of a changing nature are mirrored there — it is a world of instability, vanishing quickly and completely when viewed in the proper aspect, as clouds over the horizon.”

“Tell me what lies in that place where time ceases and eternity continues,” the man implored.

“No one can teach you what the Light is, or where to find it,” the sage said. “You must learn to read the pages in nature’s book without a teacher. You will attain wisdom when you have discovered your Self.”

While the man looked, the wise one vanished, leaving a film in the atmosphere. He heard a sudden rush of music, his consciousness drifted *n the sound-stream and gradually his senses awakened to the threedimensional world. How dark and small the world seemed after that other world — lighted with the spiritual sun, colored with rainbows, the air filled with mystical breathings that stir the dreams of the spectatori

“Who will ever know or care of the things in the heart of Nature?” asked the man within himself. “Who can fathom the vast depths of the infinite when hampered with the finite brain?”

The answer came to him promptly: “It is the consciousness of man that must grow and reach beyond the limits of space and time, and blend into the Universal Consciousness.”

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The Rain Fairy

By EDYTHE ANNE OROSZ

I sit by my window,

So slender and low;

And I watch the grey clouds,

As they billow and blow.

And the thunder now rumbles So angry and loud;

Like a thousand of people In one great big crowd.

But as I look toward the garden I see on the ground,

Some flowers that brighten The whole world around.

The falling of rain —

They don’t seem to mind,

But bow to the Rain Fairy,

So gentle and kind.

Sandman's Journeys

Sleepy time bells toll at eight,

For the little children all Scurry to bed ’fore it’s too late,

And await the Sandman’s call.

The Sandman comes at exactly eight;

Though the light of the golden moon beams;

And gathers together the children who wait.

Carries them off to the land of golden dreams.

You journey with the Sandman tonight,

As you lie there in slumber deep;

Many hours before morning’s light;

God bless you, my darling, while you sleep.

—EMMA JENE EVANS* Age 13,

Pricedale, Penna.

TO OUR WAAC’S

By MARGARET UTASI

I will always remember what happened that day, My pal joined the WAAC’S; for she went away; Saying “good-bye” was a sad thing to do;

But now comes duty, a life that is new.

Yes, other girls have joined the Waac’s,

They’re helping our boys get rid of the Japs;

Just like the boys they do their share,

Some still here, some over there.

We miss our girls, that is true;

But here’s something we can do, —

We can cheer them, and plenty loud,

Because of them we are very proud.

They haven’t joined just for the fun,

They’ll do their part until we’ve won,

They will come home, just wait and see;

They will be back after Victory.

(Note: The above poem was written by Miss Utasi. for her friend, Miss Ann Marchisia, who is a Waac stationed at Camp Kilmer, in New Jersey.)