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Page 112 of 1961913 · PDF PAGE 116
…he Way; Known, that yet no mortal knoweth, Shewn, that yet no mortal sheweth, I, the child of night and day. I am never-dying youth. Iam Love, and I am Truth. I am the creating Word, I the author of the zon ; None but I have ever heard Echo in the empyrean Plectron of the primal pzean! I am the eternal one Winged and white, the flowering rod, I the fountain of the sun, Very God of very God! Iam he that lifteth up Life, and flingeth it afar; I have filled the crystal cup; I have sealed the silver star. I the wingless God that flieth Through my f…
1913 · PDF PAGE 116
…he Way; Known, that yet no mortal knoweth, Shewn, that yet no mortal sheweth, I, the child of night and day. I am never-dying youth. Iam Love, and I am Truth. I am the creating Word, I the author of the zon ; None but I have ever heard Echo in the empyrean Plectron of the primal pzean! I am the eternal one Winged and white, the flowering rod, I the fountain of the sun, Very God of very God! Iam he that lifteth up Life, and flingeth it afar; I have filled the crystal cup; I have sealed the silver star. I the wingless God that flieth Through my f…
1919 · PDF PAGE 174
…rt God, who when I cease to think of Thee art My self, may I be lost in THEE. Yet never shall I be lost, for Thou Art, who art not. Oh Beloved, I come to Thee when I realize that never have I moved through all Eternity. Oh Thou, on Whom man looks through the senses, and sees as the world. Oh Thou, on Whom man looks through the mind and sees as the world of thought. Oh Thou on Whom man looks as Thyself and becomes Infinite Bliss, let there be no thought of separateness, for there is none other. Thou Art That. If I call Thee a Point, Thou laughes…
1930 · PDF PAGE 37
… the Aeon, and exert them- selves to establish His reign upon Earth. They must acknowledge that “The Word of the Law is 0EAHMA and that “Love is the Law, love under Will.” Each member must make it his main work to discover for himself his own true will, and to do it, and do nothing else. 2 He must accept those orders in the Book of the Law that apply to himself as being necessarily in accordance with his own true will, and execute the same to the letter with ail the energy, courage, and ability that he can command. This applies especially to th…
1930 · PDF PAGE 35
…joy the substance of simplicity by watching the wanderings of my shadows. I am not that which is not; I know not that which knows not; I love not that which loves not. For I am Love, whereby division dies in delight; I am Knowledge, whereby ail parts, plunged in the whole, perish and pass into perfection; and I am that I am, the being wherein Being is lost in Nothing, nor deigns to be but by its Will to unfold its nature, its need to express its perfection in ail possibilités, each phase a partial phantasm, and yet inévitable and absolute. I am…
1901 · PDF PAGE 7
…oppies and lonely flag-flowers haunt the desolate Marsh-strand : the herons gaunt still contemplate What was delight, is ruin, may breed love again, Even as darkness breeds the day : when life is slain. * * * * * * * O who will hear my chant, my cry ; my voice who hear, Even in this weary misery, this danker mere, Me, in mine exile, who am driven from yonder mountains Blue-gray, and highland airs of heaven, and moving fountains ? Me, who shall hear me ? Am I lost, a broken vessel, Caught in the storm of lies and tossed, forbid to wrestle ? Shal…
1904 · PDF PAGE 83
…ven in death no hint of calm and peace!— Here is the charm, the life-assuaging potion, Here is a better home for thee than Greece! Come, lover, to my deep, soft, sleepy breast! Here is thy rest! O mortal, sad is life! But in my kisses Thou may’st forget its fever-parchéd thirst. Age, death, and sorrow fade in slender blisses: My swoon of love drinks up the draught accurst. And all thy seasons grow as sweet as this is, One constant summer in sleep’s bosom nursed.
1905 · PDF PAGE 156
…, Chogo Ri Lungma, Baltistan. SO now the Earl was well a-weary of The grievous folly of this wandering. Had he been able to have counted Love Or Power, or Knowledge as the sole strong thing Fit to suffice his quest, his eyes had gleamed With the success already grasped. The sting Of all he suffered, was that he esteemed His quest partook of all and yet of none. So as he rode the woodlands out there beamed The dull large spectre of a grim flat sun, Red and obscure upon the leaden haze That lapped and wrapped and rode the horizon. The Earl rode s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 180
…ain. Endeth you peace, and your change is Like the change in a measure that shrills And slackens and ranges ; your passion estranges The love of the hills ! Nay ! death is a portal of passing To miseries other but sure. Yet the snow on the hills amassing The wind of an hour may endure ; But as day after day grows the summer The crystals melt one after one. The hill—shall they numb her ? Their frost overcome her ? Demand of the sun ! That uttermost death of my lady Revealed in the heart of the range Is as light in the groves long shady As peace …
1907 · PDF PAGE 48
…gur . Serios. Miss Schnarr . . . . Diseuse. Shaddai L. Hye in his great songs: “ The Yonisuckle and the Bee.” “ New every morning is the love.” “ Hire a member, hire a member.” “ How’s that for Hye?” and “ LINGAM LONGER, Lucv.” Dr. jellinek . . . . Contortionist. Barry Ether . . . . Society Reciter. La Chic Ina . . . . In her famous GLORY Sorw.
1910 · PDF PAGE 115
…il thee to me ; for my flower is to pluck ; God gives thee my virginal honey to suck. Lo ! now is the hour, lest the happy hour go. Ah ! love me an hour, if it kill me or no ! So be it, my God ! be it so, be it so !
1912 · PDF PAGE 113
…, Ardent and steady, as if the price Of death were less than life approves, As if on eagles’ wings he mounted, Or as on angels’ wings—or love’s! So, all the journey he discounted, Holding the goal. Supreme he stood. Upon the summit; dreams uncounted, Worlds of sublime beatitude ! He passed beyond. The All he hath touched, And dropped to vile desuetude. What lay beyond? What star unsmutched By being? His poor fingers fumble, And all the Naught their ardour clutched, Like all the rest, begins to crumble. Where is the Beast? His bliss exceeded All…
1912 · PDF PAGE 116
…! My knight, my dearest knight, my friend ! What gift had Fortune in her lap Like thee? Embrace me!” “ Rather rend Your garments, if you love me, sire!” (Quod he). “Iam come unto the end. All mine intent and my desire, My quest, mine oath—all, all is done. Burn them with me in fatal fire! For I have failed. All ways, each one I strove in, mocked me. If I quailed Or shirked, God knows. I have not won: That and no more I know. I failed.” King Arthur fell a-weeping. Then Merlin uprose, his face unveiled;
1913 · PDF PAGE 128
…d forces R. to kneel,] Then bow thee to the two above! [Strikes him twice. Nn. [Comes forward with the vod.| We need no witness of 4 our love. [Strikes him twice. H. Who art thou? N. Whence art thou ? R. -My name Is surely I am that I am. H. Blaspheme not ! [Strikes him twice. N. Lie not! [Strikes him twice. 88
1913 · PDF PAGE 128
…d forces R. to kneel,] Then bow thee to the two above! [Strikes him twice. Nn. [Comes forward with the vod.| We need no witness of 4 our love. [Strikes him twice. H. Who art thou? N. Whence art thou ? R. -My name Is surely I am that I am. H. Blaspheme not ! [Strikes him twice. N. Lie not! [Strikes him twice. 88
1899 · PDF PAGE 90
…oward the night, toward the dawn ! Behold the moon that fails above, The stars that pale before the sun! How far, those figures light as love - . That laughing to the mountains run! Behold the flames of hair that leap Above her forehead mild and deep! She turns to bless her people still : So, passes to the golden gate Where snow burns fragrant on the hill, Where for her step those fountains wait Of light and brilliance that shall rise To greet her beauty lover-wise. The silver west fades fast, the skies | Are blue and silver overhead ; She stan…
1901 · PDF PAGE 140
… Mother Isis, let thine eyes Behold my grief, and sympathise ! I cannot round the perfect wheel, Attain not to the fuller end. In part I love, in part I feel, Know, worship, will, and comprehend. O Mother Nephthys, fill me up Thine own perfection’s deadly cup ! My aspiration quails within me ; “ My heart is fixed,” in vain I cry ; The little loves and whispers win me : “ Eli, lama sabacthani ! ” O Chomse, moon-god, grant thy boon, The silver pathway of the moon ! Beyond the Glory of the Dawn, Beyond the Splendour of the Sun, Thy secret Spirit i…
1902 · PDF PAGE 24
…th— the mystical abj'ss Where Mind and Being marry, and are Bliss. So have I journeyed —like a fool ! Ah, well ! Let pass self-scorn, as love of self is past ! But—am I further forward ? Who can tell ? God is the Complex as the Protoplast : He is the First (not " was"), and is the Last (Not " will be "). Then why travel ? To what end? What is the symbol I am set to find ? What is that burning heart of blood to spend Caught in a sunset with the night behind, The Grail of God ? I would that I were blind ! I would that I were desolate and dumb, Na…
1906 · PDF PAGE 46
So he of politics; so I of love. I am a-many folk (let Buddha prove !) And many a month you fooled the lot of us— Your spell is cracked within the ring! Behold How Christ with clay worth more than any gold Cleared the man’s eyes! So the blind amorous Is blinded with the horror of the truth He sees this moment. Foolish prostitute! You slacked your kiss upon the sodden youth In some excess of confidence, decay Of care to hold him—can I tell you which? Down goes the moon—one sees the howling bitch ! The salmon you had hooked in fin and gill You re…
1910 · PDF PAGE 128
…ah2 knows, His Teacher light the fool esteems Whose mind is occupied with sense — And how the crowd of senses teems !3 But El Qahar doth love ; collects Into one ocean all the streams.4 1. This is the Rabelasian jest — the story of Hans Carvels ring — in Eastern dress. 2. Again a confusion. He refers to the Sufi, not to the Zahid. (Teacher is nominative — fool accu- sative. Ed.) 3. Anyone who has practised even for a short time any of the Eastern systems of meditation will realize the force of this remark. No person who has