The Unknown Minstrel.
Leave
the wide circle—word and argument !
Move to the line—the steady will of man,
That shall attract the Two, the Breath of Life,
The Holy Spirit : land you in the Three,
Where form is perfect— in the triangle.
Tannhauser.
My friend, the Three is infinitely
small,
Mere
surface.
And I seek
the Depth divine
!
The Unknown Minstrel.
The solid !
But the triangle aspires
To that
same unity that you despise,
And lo ! the Pyramid
!
The Sages say
:
Unite that to the Sphinx,
and all is done,
Completion
of the Magnum
Opus.
Tannhauser.
No!
Each
new dimension lands me farther yet
In the morass of limit.
The Unknown Minstrel.
Be it so !
But follow
me through all the labyrinth,
And ten rewards us.
And your Zero's found
To have
an actual
value and effect
On unity —your Will.
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