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Page 19 of 1281996 · PDF PAGE 86
…She manifests Him for the same reason. (See verse 3.) Every Individual manifests the Whole; and the Whole conceals every Individual. The Soul interprets the Uni verse; and the Universe veils the Soul. Nature understands Herself by becoming self-conscious in Her units; and the Consciousness loses its sense of separateness by dissolution in Her. There has been much difficulty in the orthography (in sacred languages) of these names. Nu is clearly stated to be 56, 1]; but Had is only hinted obscurely. This matter is discussed later more fully; ver…
1905 · PDF PAGE 139
…urned, And her deep eyes with hatred burned. ‘* Ah! prophet, come to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain?” ‘“Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at me again !”’ She smiled—I know she smiled—she sighed, Bit my lips through, and drank, and died ! Her murders and her blasphemies, Her whoredoms, God has paid at last; Upon my bosom close she lies; Her carnal spirit holds me fast. My blood, my infamy, my pain, Seal my subjection and her reign. My veins poured out her marriage cup, For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessin…
1910 · PDF PAGE 146
…shade, gall, orpiment, Jews hearts, Old womens tongues, by monstrous arts ; But this my poison drips, without endeavour, From the mere soul of the worlds rose ! What alchemy of hell this ronyon Venus has skill of ! Wonder that I live ! This has been like a bag-pipe drone to wail Its monotone through high, low, fast and slow. It has been like a secret cancer, Forcing all servants of the life to give Their work to the usurper ; all its themes assail The main word Life ; they build their archipelago Of poison in each sea where life was holy. Th…
1922 · PDF PAGE 165
…Not the bodily thirst (Though that be frenzy accurst) When the mouth is full of sand, And the eyes are gummed up, and the ears Trick the soul till it hears Water, water at hand, When a man will dig his nails In his breast, and drink the blood Already that clots and stales Ere his tongue can tip its flood, When the sun is a living devil Vomiting vats of evil, ( And the moon and the night but mock The wretch on his barren rock, And the dome of heaven high-arched Like his mouth is arid and parched, And the caves of his heart high-spanned Are choke…
1905 · PDF PAGE 204
…mulated thought, the fame And smoke of mighty pillars ; yet my mind Is clouded with the horror of this same Path of the wise men: for my soul is blind Yet: and the foemen I have never feared I could not see (if such should cross the way), And therefore Iam strange: my soul is seared With desolation of the blinding day I have come out from: yes, that fearful light Was not the Sun: my life has been the death, This death may be the life: my spirit sight Knows that at last, at least. My doubtful breath Is breathing in a nobler air; I know, I know i…
1899 · PDF PAGE 8
…I, despair is lord of me and king ; But I, my thoughts tend ever to the rope. But I, unknightly, recreant, a coward, Dare not release my soul from fate untoward By such a craven’s cunning. Nay, my soul Must move unflinching to what’bitter goal The angry gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor fear to drain the bowl. And some old devil, dead no doubt and damned, But living in her life, had wisely crammed Her fierce bronze throat with such a foul device As made her belly yearn for sacrifice, She leered like love on me, and smiled, and sham…
1909 · PDF PAGE 123
…very first day! More waste time aimlessly watching a poker game. Walked down to Cafe’ de Versailles. Dinner. Hors d‘CEuvre, Escargots, Cassoulet de Castelnaudary,Glace, 3% Evian. Am quite washed—out. I have not even the courage of despair. There is not enough left in me to despair. I don’t care. One gleam of light illumines the dark path—I can’t enjoy my dinner. The snails, as I prong them forth, are such ugly, slimy, greasy black horrors—oh! so like my soul! . . . Ugh! I write a letter to F broken pentagram. It makes me think of a “ busted flush…
1899 · PDF PAGE 144
…I, despair is lord of me and king ; But I, my thoughts tend ever to the rope. But I, unknightly, recreant, a coward, Dare not release my soul from fate untoward By such a craven’s cunning. Nay, my soul Must move unflinching to what’bitter goal The angry gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor fear to drain the bowl. And some old devil, dead no doubt and damned, But living in her life, had wisely crammed Her fierce bronze throat with such a foul device As made her belly yearn for sacrifice, She leered like love on me, and smiled, and sham…
1910 · PDF PAGE 134
…snared within those eyes Circean That blaze at me from wall, or wood, or well Their final knowledge of their final Hell. For there is no soul, none, beyond ours, suave sister, In the fierce lightthe boon, the bane, the bliss, The bale !our eyes are born to burn and blister And blast Loves queen herself in their abyss. See ! the scarred cheek where our lips lightly kissed her ; We whose eyes kiss, the sacramental kiss ! The kiss whose lightest petal is a curse Fit to dissolve the ultimate universe. Then, let us make a child ! Shall he not be …
1928 · PDF PAGE 95
…o find therein unexpected pleasures. But with those who like myself were able to pierce more deeply into the depths of this curious sick soul, it seemed infinitely more probable that the his- trionic talents of a man doomed to death; he wished to profit by his opportunity to make a physiological experiment of capital interest, and to discover to what point the habitual tal- ents of an artist might be altered or modified by the extraordinary situation in which he found himself. But beyond that, was there in his soul a more or less well defined i…
1910 · PDF PAGE 113
…enters the Chittakdsa or mental Space, in which supersensuous objects are perceived. But, when perception has become objectless, and the soul shines by means of its own nature, it is said to have entered the Chidakasa or Knowledge space, and when the Kundalini enters this space it arrives at the end of its journey and passes into the last Chakkra the Sahasrara. Vishnu is United to Devaki or Shiva to Shakti, and symbolically, as the divine union takes place, the powers of the Ojas rush forth and beget a Universe unimaginable by the normally mind…
1910 · PDF PAGE 113
…enters the Chittakdsa or mental Space, in which supersensuous objects are perceived. But, when perception has become objectless, and the soul shines by means of its own nature, it is said to have entered the Chidakasa or Knowledge space, and when the Kundalini enters this space it arrives at the end of its journey and passes into the last Chakkra the Sahasrara. Vishnu is United to Devaki or Shiva to Shakti, and symbolically, as the divine union takes place, the powers of the Ojas rush forth and beget a Universe unimaginable by the normally mind…
1911 · PDF PAGE 295
… stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord …
1911 · PDF PAGE 295
… stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord …
1910 · PDF PAGE 224
…with its weight Of wheel, its load of stone or log, May well come crawlingit is fate ! Crush my cursd headcut me in half ! The guilty soul, the swinish clod ! I laugh at itlaugh as I laugh At the body and the blood of God !
1913 · PDF PAGE 88
KE@®AAH 3Z SODOM-APPLES thirstier than before. O ye who dwell in the Dark Night of the Soul, beware most of all of every herald of the Dawn! O ye who dwell in the City of the Pyramids beneath the Night of PAN, remember that ye shall see no more light but That of the great fire that shall consume your dust to ashes!
1905 · PDF PAGE 106
…ad, And the dear nimbus of a lover’s head, The dreamy splendour and the dim-delight That feels the fragrance fallen from the night, When soul to soul is locked, and eyes are wed, And lips not touched kiss secretly by sight. These things we fear, and move as in a mist One from the other, and we had not kissed. Only the perfume of her lips and hair Love’s angel wafted slowly to me there, And as I went like death away I wist Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And rode t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 237
…ish letter in a drawer ... If ever thou didst turn aside ... If there be breath of God in ocean 's rise and fall ... ... ... If there be soul in wood and strings ... If you will meet me where the moon I have a hope of deep - set woods ... I laid me down upon the shore ... I may not catch you with my hands ... In dreams my soul was backward drawn ... I pass by darkened windy ways I rose from dreamless hours and sought the morn ... ... I see the centuries wax and wane ... ... I shall not see your ship put out to sea ... ... 218
1913 · PDF PAGE 226
…Love calls me back from death; my spirit slips Back to the old forgetfulness, ere I Was risen to life’s surface, virgin-pure To tinge my soul with the blueness of the sky, The sun’s gold, and earth’s blacknesses secure. Wherefore shall I repine that I must fade? Shall there not alway be immortal roses? How, losing life then, shall I be afraid If at the sunset my tired soul reposes? Oh, I shall lie on my love’s breast for ever, For we, being dead, shall lose each other never! (111) I turn to mortal love ; imagining Hath made a world that I may w…
1913 · PDF PAGE 226
…Love calls me back from death; my spirit slips Back to the old forgetfulness, ere I Was risen to life’s surface, virgin-pure To tinge my soul with the blueness of the sky, The sun’s gold, and earth’s blacknesses secure. Wherefore shall I repine that I must fade? Shall there not alway be immortal roses? How, losing life then, shall I be afraid If at the sunset my tired soul reposes? Oh, I shall lie on my love’s breast for ever, For we, being dead, shall lose each other never! (111) I turn to mortal love ; imagining Hath made a world that I may w…