By J. S. F. Miller
"So every spirit, as it is most pure,
And hath in it the more of heavenly light,
So it the fairer body doth procure
To habit in, and it more fairly dight
With cheerful grace, and amiable sight,
For of the soul the body form doth take,
For soul is form, and doth the body make."
Mind is the dominator of the body, the despot who is capable of bringing conditions and environment into complete subjection, and which is momentarily forming from this inner, invisible, but all-powerful nucleus, the visible halo without. Harmony throughout the natural, physical world exists—the blending of the tints in the sky at sunset, the beauteous shades of the greens of the foliage, the merging of the outlines of the land, the one into the other; nothing is extraneous or alone; each is merged into the other in sublime concord and perfect harmony. Similarly, as complete a harmony exists between the soul and the form which is its mirror, as the surface of the water reflects the shades and coloration of the sky. Each thought and feeling generated within our breasts carves its path on that outer form—that visible "ego" which manifests us to the world, and no disproportion is capable of existing between the two.
As one develops one’s character, and grows in all the spiritual graces, and powers of intellectual beauty, and refinement of spirit, so does the outer form increase in beauty, and all loveliness of grace. The ideal of infinite (and attainable) Perfection is ever forcefully present to the eye of him who wishes to live in the spiritual life; who, by constant vigilance in auto-education and inner discipline of the spiritual powers, succeeds in purging himself of all wordly taint and imperfection. The body is as clay in the hands of the potter (the soul), and manifests all the subtle, electric changes or movements which momentarily work within. It is impossible for a self-centered, worldly, unsympathetic soul to have a beautiful body—for a Caliban within, to be a Cordelia without. Thus the lovely outer form is born from the beautiful inner life, from which all carnal and injurious thoughts are eradicated.
"In this broad earth of ours,
Amidst the measureless grossness and the slag,
Nestles the seed ‘Perfection.’"
To appreciate and love external Beauty we must be beautiful of soul; be worthy of love in order to be beloved; must know, before our knowledge can increase, for "unto him that hath shall be given." If we wish to feel the intense beauty of the natural world, with her majestic mountains, crystal lakes, rivulets, and grasses bending and kissing each other in the breeze, first we must develop the "eye beautiful."
The "Music of the Spheres" was of too elevated a character to be heard by human ears. Man’s soul-power, broadly speaking, is, as yet, in a semi-evolved condition, and not sufficiently pure or spiritual to be capable of assimilating the divine truth. May not this vital secret of the universe be solved eventually by the one who most nearly approaches the perfect condition of humanity?
"Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,
And the vast all that is called Evil, I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead."