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Page 14 of 1541913 · PDF PAGE 219
…e moon For ever! the red-tipped lilies under the moon | And now there is no cry to stir the dark, And the day is faded; there is no more light. There is no more light, but through the dusky air The wind-harps play, the strings respond to the winds, As the droning oceans call to the listening skies; The hills stand dark and deep in steadfast gloom ; Twilight is slain by the old black, wandering god. Summer is buried. There is no more light. But in the breast of the world there stirs again The flaming heart that is my Rose, my Rose, My secret Ros…
1919 · PDF PAGE 105
A SANDAL | DE LEGGE LIBELLVM LLLLtL PREFACE. THE LAW I. OF LIBERTY I. OF LOVE I. OF LIFE IV. OF LIGHT | airs
1901 · PDF PAGE 99
THE HOLY PLACE. 87 This horror of great darkness. I am come Into this darkness to attain the light : To gain my voice I make myself as dumb : That I may see I close my outer sight : So, I am Here. My brows are bent in prayer ; I kneel already in the Gates of Dawn ; And I am come, albeit unaware, To the deep sanctuary : my hope is drawn From wells profounder than the very sea. Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so, Into the very Presence of the Three That Are beyond all Gods. And now I know What spiritual Light is drawing me Up to its stoo…
1904 · PDF PAGE 91
…is strife, whose soul is fame ! I rather will exalt the soul Of man to loftier height, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of Light. From these soft splendours of a dream T turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain, Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a further truth. Beyond the splendour of the world, False glittering of the gold, A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom’s sacred cold.
1906 · PDF PAGE 29
… the pain, Hearing the pzean of the unprofane ! Lycian, listen ! God of the fiery face, the eyes inviolate ! Lord of soundless thunders, lightnings light- less ! Hear me now, for joy that I see thee sightless, Fervent to follow. Grant one boon; destroy me, let me die elate, Blasted with light intolerant of a mortal, That the undying in me pass thy portal ! Hear me, Apollo. Hear me, or if about thy courts be girded Paler some purple softening the sunlight Merciful, mighty, O divide the one light Into a million Shattered gems, that I mingle in my…
1996 · PDF PAGE 214
…rible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee:— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; 8c its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said: The light is mine; its rays consume Me: I have made a secret door…
1901 · PDF PAGE 135
…Sound, O sound ! Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall tremble and flee ! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me ! Light on the forehead, and life in the nostrils, and love in the breast, Shine, O thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the Radiant Crest ! Shine, O shine ! Flame through the sky in the strength of the chariot- wheels of the Sun ! R
1905 · PDF PAGE 52
What light of love Your depth endued ? Come forth! I invoke ye, O wells, ye dwellers of dim solitude! THE WELLS Deep and calm to heaven’s mirror Through the cedarn grove or ashen, Willow-woven, or cypress terror, To the sky’s less serene fashion Still we look: around our margin Holy priestess, longing lover, Poet musing, vagrant virgin, Nor their own mild looks discover, But the light and glow of that they are meditating over. ORPHEUS O curves unbeholden, Bright glory of bays! Deep gulfs grown golden With dawn and its ways! With sunset enfolden…
1905 · PDF PAGE 92
Art thou elder than they In their mountain of light? Is thy fugitive way Lost in uttermost night? Shalt thou not obey, Or my lyre not affright, If I call thee by Heaven and Earth with a God’s tumultu- ous might? If I curse thee or chide — Shalt thou tremble not, Thou ? Not move thee and hide From the light of my brow? Shall my arrows divide Not the heart of thee now? Art thou cased in strong iron to mock the spells that all others avow ? Art thou muffled or hidden In adamant brass? Is my music forbidden In Orcus to pass? Have I cursed thee and …
1907 · PDF PAGE 14
…d be advanced? In no wise. For the brilliance wherein we walk will be but thick dark ness to all those who have not become so blind that light and darkness are akin. The light wherein I write is not the light of reason; it is not the darkness of unreason ; it is the L. V. X. of that which, first master ing and then transcending the reason, illumines all the darkness caused by the interference of the opposite waves of thought; not by destroy ing their balance, and thereby showing a false and partial light, but by overleaping their limitations. Le…
1906 · PDF PAGE 78
…clusters Round your face as a rosebud with- drawn, New splendour springs carmine and lustres Your cheeks with the coming of dawn, Love’s light as an army that musters its plumes—and is gone. For fear as a fountain, that trembles With wind, is arisen, and hides The light of your love, and dissembles The roar of the passionate tides; Though a flickering flame it resembles, love is, and abides. I see through the moonlight that covers (As a mist on the mountain) your head The flame of your heart as a lover’s Shine out in your face and be shed, A ru…
1904 · PDF PAGE 89
…ted love. With me the night is fallen in day; The day swoons back to night; The white and black are woven in gray, Faint sleep of silken light. A strange soft light about me shed Devours the sense of time: Hovers about my sleepy head Some sweet persistent rhyme. Beneath my breast my love may hear Deep murmur of the billows— O gather me to thee, my dear, On soft forgetful pillows! O gather me in arms of love As maidens plucking posies, Or mists that fold about a dove, Or valleys full of roses ! O let me fade and fall away From waking into sleep,…
1899 · PDF PAGE 232
210 MYSTERIES: I wonder whither, and I wonder why. No ray of light this sea of blood illumes. I wonder whether God will let me die.
1913 · PDF PAGE 410
…or to destroy bodies; it is to exercise the almighty power of Nature. Our plastic medium is a magnet which attracts or repels the astral light under the pressure of the will. It is a luminous body which reproduces with the greatest ease forms corresponding to ideas. It is the mirror of the imagination. This body is nourished by astral light just as the organic body is nourished by the products of the earth. During slumber, it absorbs the astral light by immersion, and during waking, by a kind of somewhat slow respiration. When the phenomena of …
1913 · PDF PAGE 410
…or to destroy bodies; it is to exercise the almighty power of Nature. Our plastic medium is a magnet which attracts or repels the astral light under the pressure of the will. It is a luminous body which reproduces with the greatest ease forms corresponding to ideas. It is the mirror of the imagination. This body is nourished by astral light just as the organic body is nourished by the products of the earth. During slumber, it absorbs the astral light by immersion, and during waking, by a kind of somewhat slow respiration. When the phenomena of …
1996 · PDF PAGE 31
…8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs. Commentary: We are not to regard ourselves as base beings, without whose sphere is Light or “God.” Our minds and bodies are veils of the Light within. The uninitiate is a “Dark Star,” and the Great Work for him is to make his veils transparent by “puri fying” them. This “purification” is really “simplification”; it is not that the veil is dirty, but that the complexity of its folds makes it opaque. The Great Work therefore consists principally in the solution of complexes. Everything in its…
1929 · PDF PAGE 145
…e everywhere implies that it is essential to the Work. He evaded the question by making the petitio principii of assigning to the Astral Light the power of transmitting vibrations of ail kinds. He nowhere enters into detail as to how its effects are produced. He does not inform us as to the qualitative or quantitative laws of this light. (The scientifically trained student will observe the analogy between Levi’s postulate and that of ordinary science in re the luminiferous ether.) It is déplorable that nobody should hâve recorded in a syste- ma…
1917 · PDF PAGE 4
ALEISTER CROWLEY 5353 O Light! descend! My feet move vaguely on Pini amazing darkness, in the gloom Mist I can touch with trembling sense. There shone , in my misty memory, in the womb Nod smoke of mighty pillars ; yet my mind fj clouded with the horror of this same Path of the wise men : for my soul is blind Yee: and the foemen I have never feared could not see (if such should cross the way), ‘And therefore I am strange: my soul is scared With desolation of the Blinding day Tiare ome oo rom ye that fearful ihe Was not the Sun: my life has been…
1910 · PDF PAGE 177
…the bay to envelope the steep. What then is left, what is leftbut to weep ? Maybe the stridency purpled of Pan Leads at the last to the light of His plan. Maybe his work is the wealth of a man ! VIII Bring me the tablets, the stylus of jade ! Lend me thy light, O compassionate maid ! Soul of the master, O come to mine aid ! Make me the man of the marvellous mission ! Sharpen the sword of veridical vision Cut me the knot of the mighty magician ! Here I devote me (record me the vow) Unto the terrible task of the Tao. Soul of the master, the writ…
1913 · PDF PAGE 112
…eams, my soul was backward drawn 1 A thousand thousand years to -night, Back to the world 's impulsive dawn When first Atlantis knew the light. Great Cities of the men of old , I saw them all in fire of gold . There , many a climbing minaret Lay mirrored in the dreaming sea With strangely precious carvings set In chrysoprase and ebony , And metals , wrought in fashions fair Of filagree as light as air . The streets were full of cheerful noise ; Princes and burghers passed me by , And grave philosophers , and boys , And maidens with reluctant ey…