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…nal one. Thou shouldst not leave me alone To gaze upon the sun And take the glory of his excellence Not unto me close curled, And on my bodys beauty crucified
…ea of meditation being to still the mind, it may be considered a useful preliminary to still conscious- ness of all the functions of the body. This has been dealt with in the chapter on Asana. One may, however, mention that some Yogis carry it to the point of trying to stop the beating of the heart. Whether this be desirable or no it would be useless to the beginner, so he Will endeavour to make the breathing very slow and very regular. The rules for this practice are given in Liber CCVI. 31
…ned to murder me, Linking his kisses in a chain About my neck ; demon-embroidery ! Bruises like far-off mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory ! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone ; what should I do but weep ? V Nay, for I wept enoughmore sacred tears ! When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as a stallion that rears Sprang, hero-thewed and satyr-lipped ; Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears ; Sucked out my life And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of wife. VI I will not weep ; nay, I will foll…
…lanation and illustration. Fra. P. was crucified by Fra. D.D.S. and on that cross made to repeat this oath: "I, P------, a member of the Body of Christ, do hereby solemnly obligate myself, etc., to lead a pure and unselfish life, and will entirely devote myself so to raise, etc., myself to the knowledge of my higher and Divine Genius that I shall be He. "In witness of which I invoke the great Angel Hua to give me a proof of his existence." P. transcribe this, and continues: "Complete and perfect visualization of ..." here are hieroglyphics whic…
…s one certainty that naught is certain ! XIX So then I caught that goat up in a kiss, And cried Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Then all this bodys wealth of ambergris (Narcissus-scented flesh of man !) I burnt before him in the sacrifice ; For he was sure Being the Doubt of Things, the one thing to endure ! XX Wherefore, when madness took him at the end, He, doubt-goat, slew the goat of doubt ;
…he changing rhyme Of virgins dancing before Artemis; In all the pleasures that delight the mind, Invigorate the soul, lend favour to The body of the youth—for I am old
THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY 17 With your true, noble, and unselfish self— Were you the synthesis of all I hate, In mind and body leprous and deformed— Did every word and gesture fill my soul With hatred and its parody, disgust— It touches not my question! This one fact O’ermasters all eccentric circumstance : I love you—you, and not your attributes! CORA. Great noble soul! I hate myself the more That I must wound you further with the truth. A double prong this poisoned poniard Snaps in our hearts. I kept the secret long. Your breath, that burns upon m…
…he lower centres in their turn. This oil is of a pure golden colour; and when placed upon the skin it should burn and thrill through the body with an intensity as of fire. It is the pure light translated into terms of desire. It is not the Will of the Magician, the desire of the lower to reach the higher ; but it is that spark of the higher in the Magician which wishes to unite the lower with itself. Unless therefore the Magician be first anointed with this oil, all his work will be wasted and evil. D
…arless, amid gods and evil kings, She sits, poor wretch, eternal scientist, Straining mild muscles, leaving to its list The spasm-shaken body. So she flings The teeth-set fate of Fortune’s face un kissed Against the fiat : sets her clenchéd fist In his face: slides spinning with her body’s twist Into the inmost agony of things. EPERVIER ET COLOMBE., WHEN, at the awful Judgment-day, God stands Shrunken and shaking at my gaze, before My hollow seat of agony, it may be He shall discover me the great excuse For an ill world ill shapen by ill hands,…
…rnal one. Thou shouldst not leave me alone To gaze upon the sun And take the glory of his excellence Not unto me close curled And on my bodys beauty crucified In silver spirit clad with gold of sense, But sending forth thy rays life-pearled As a bridegroom squandering his strength upon the bride Thou art sufficient to redeem the world. XIV ! IS the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in th…
…ils are shut up ; for he Hath not the need of any breath ; Nor can the curtain of eternity Cover that head with life or death So all his body, a slim almond tree, Knoweth nor bough Nor branch nor twig nor bud, from never until now.
…ure. For pure delight of luxury she turns, Smooth in her goddess rapture. So she spurns And crushes the pale suppliant. Softly bent, Her body laughs in ecstasy of leisure. 1 Called ‘‘ Fille d'Icare’’ by the distinguished anatomists, priceless idiots, and pragmatical precisians, who see nothing but a block of marble in this most spiritual of Rodin's master- pieces. PAOLO ET FRANCESCA PAOLO ignites, Francesca is consumed. Loosened she lies, and breathes great gasps of love ; He, like an hunter, hungers, leaps above, Attains, exults, despairs. Thi…
…tic Mass 84 God 26.32.72,73.74,91,112.113,152, 153,171,172,186 as each individual 25,27,124,125, 163.168.185 as Horus in the New /Eon 47 body and blood of 138 body of 47,48.62 fear of 110 kingdom of 40,163 obselence of conceptions of 112 proof of existence of 161 the artist as 107 union with 68,91 gold, philosophical 140 Golden Dawn, Hermetic Order of the 47 Golden Rule, the 36 Gomer 33 Gomorrah 54,72 government 38,115,128,132,185 responsibility to children 147 Goya 66 graal 29,63 grammar 23,76 Greater Mysteries 30 Great Work 14,32,60,63.67 Gre…
… to death. I think I died that moment. He, Foaming for vengeance and blood-lust, Laughed his coarse laugh of hideous glee. Her sweet bad body in the dust He trampled. Royal from the womb, A martyred murderess lacks a tomb ! A tigress woman, clad with sin, And shod with infamy, who pressed The bloody winepress of my skin, And plucked the purple of my breast— Her lovers in their hearts shall keep Her memory passionate and deep. They cast her forth on Naboth’s field Still living, in her harlot’s dress ; Her belly stript, her thighs concealed, For …
…deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. But—God! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of her soul unsated. Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm of a sexless Owl, 211
…deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. But—God! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of her soul unsated. Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm of a sexless Owl, 211
…f the eternal snake. Is there no warmth where beauty is so bright? No soul still flickering in the lambent light Still shed from all the body’s excellence? No lamp unchidden of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee Or thy death fall with rosier arms on me Or soul with soul commingle without sense, As the sun’s rays strike deep into the sea? O beauty of all beauty—central flower Of all the blossoms in the summer’s bower! Fades not all Nature in thy fall? the sun Not darken in the miserable hour? H? 113
her truer self. She became acutely conscious that she was not the body that lay supine in the cradle, with the moon [221] gleaming upon its bloodless countenance. No; she was rather the blue mist of the whole circle of enchantment, and her thoughts the sparkling dew- spirits that darted hither and thither like silvery fire-flies. And, as if they were parts of herself, she saw Sister Clara and her pages and her hand-maidens under the image of stars. For each was a radiant world of glory, thrilling with most divine activities, yet all in azure or…
…t in her cheek, to cull a rosy wreath Of blood upon it, nor assuage the pangs Of love with hardy limbs, and dolorous fangs, And sweating body, crimsoning with gore, As her mad mouth devoured me. Never more Though years decay ! With them my blood decays, My bones rot inwardly, the venomed days Sink shaft on shaft of agony, the years Bring new distortions, miseries, and fears ; New torture to my spirit, and forgot Of God, and health, and loveliness, I rot.
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 59 Stroked his flat head, his body curved and slim, And from the fire brought milk. He drank it up From the coarse pewter of the borrowed cup And cried : In eating, swear. I have vowed to make The gods infernal on their couches quake With fear before I die ; I have vowed to live With one aim only ; never to forgive The wrong the gods do me, and in my form Love his high self, by whom the earth is warm To-day, by whose defiance the universe Would crash in one inextricable curse To primal chaos. Hear me, I have sworn. Then, …