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… become a better astrologer than ever I was. (This is very cunning of me; in two years we shall all be getting clothes without coupons.) Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666
…e sun’s passion shoot His ray, strange deeps unknown and feared to uncover. But now the ancient root Of some wise oak betrays her to her lover: She stumbles and falls prone: the forest noon Guesses life’s law ; all nature’s tune Tells that the hour is come when May must grow to June. -Then in the broad glare of the careless sun Apollo’s light is on her and within ; His shafts of glory pierce her one by one; His kisses darken, shivering and keen, Swift glories cold and clean Of that chaste bridal, and the earth gets gladness, Till the last winte…
…ngle Its passion with my might and majesty, Till the vast floods of the man’s being tingle And glow, self-lost within my soul and sea Of love, and sun of utter light, and single Keen many-veinéd heart: our lips and kisses Marry and muse on our immortal blisses. Iam: the greatest and the least : the sole And separate life of things. The mighty stresses Of worlds are my nerves twitching. Branch and bole Of forests waving in deep wildernesses Are hairs upon my body. Rivers roll To make one tear in my superb caresses, When on myself myself begets a…
… than life. MONICA. Take off the Sphinxs mask. ORLANDO. I want you for my wife. MONICA. My lord, ask something else. I am not worthy of love. ORLANDO. Love, if I read you, spells a word you know not of. Therefore therein for me the supreme triumph lies. [MONICA hesitates and prays silently. MONICA. My Venice, tis for thee I make the sacrifice. Must it be so ? Behold, like babe-soft moons of snow. Moons barely three days old, my virgin breasts aglow. Are these worth Magdalenes, that blaze throughout the night. The swart imperious queens ? O …
…rform the act until he hath done this. As it is written : Liber VII, Cap. 5. — 22. aEvery breath, every word, every thought is an act of love with thee. 23. “The beat of my heart is the pendulum of love. 24. “The songs of me are the soft sighs. 25. “The thoughts of me are very rapture. 26. “And my deeds are the myriads of Thy Children, the stars and the atoms.” And Remember Well, that if thou wert in truth a lover, ail this wouldst thou do of thine own nature without the slightest flaw or failure in the minutest part thereof. 19. Concerning the…
THE HONOURABLE ADULTERERS 99 Only our looks and trembling lips we dread, 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 …
…vail me from the scorn. Of my own concierge. Adorn The facts I might ; you know them not ; But that were just the one black blot On this love’s lesson: still, to excuse Myself to you, who could not choose But make some weak apology Before the concierge’s eye ! True, you are far too high to accuse— Perhaps would rather not be told? You shall hear. Does a miner lose If through the quartz he gets to gold ? Yes: Nina was a thing of nought, A little laughing lewd gamine, Idle and vicious, void of thought, Easy, impertinent, unclean— Utterly charming…
IV Yea! but we love. We win. The body’s curse Is bitter, but he hath not won the whole. There’s more than life in this brave universe. Death cannot touch the secret of the soul! Nor shall we shrink, although this further pang Strike through the liver with its fiery dart, The hope — the horrid hope — whose gleaming fang Now stirs, a serpent’s, underneath your heart! For lo! not vainly we invoked the god That looseneth the girdle of a maid; Even now draws nigh the dreadful period That maketh all the mother-world afraid. With rotten fruit your bel…
…ADELLO Speeding upon the darkmans road to their fell work ! I have seen such. LUCREZIA. So is my thought. How should I speak To you, all love of lilies wrought ? MONICA. Give me your cheek Ill kiss your fear away, sweet girl. Ill whisper things Subtler than basilisks that furl and fold their wings Over the serpent-heart. I guess your hearts desire. Bend to me closer. Whisper yes. LUCREZIA. My brains afire. MONICA. Then whisper. LUCREZIA. I dare not. MONICA. Oh dare ! LUCREZIA. My friend ! MONICA. Ah yes ! She whose black envy would not spar…
… you please, did Paul mean when he wrote "Faith is the substance of things hoped-for, the evidence of things unseen." Oh, spot the Lady! Love is the law, love under will. Yours, 666
…mpatient than before of Buddhists, their parochial morality and their emphasis on the evils of existence. But I wrote a few lyrics about love and nature which are still among my best. I may mention "The Song". Dance a measure ....Of the tiniest whirls! Shake out your treasure ....Of cinnamon curls! Tremble with pleasure ....O wonder of girls! Rest is bliss, ....And bliss is rest, Give me a kiss ....If you love me best! Hold me like this ....With my hand on your breast! There was also "Said", inspired by my week in Cairo: "Patchouli", a shot of …
… a step to become a goal. As it is written, Liber CLXXXV: “remembering that Philosophy is the Equilibrium of him that is in the House of Love.” 44. Concerning secrecy and the rites of Blood. —During this practice it is most wise that the Philosophus utter no Word con¬ cerning his working, as if it were a Forbidden Love that consumeth him. But let him answer fools according to their folly; for since he cannot conceal his love from his fellows, he must speak to them as they may understand. And as many Deities demand sacrifice, one of men, another…
… years are dead, And all the fiery locks of sunrise woven Into the gold and scarlet of my head: In me all skies and seas are shaken and cloven: All life and light and love about me shed Begotten in me, in my moving moven, Are as my tears: all worlds that ever swam As dew of kisses on my lips: I am. But thou, chief lover, in whose golden heart The melody and music lifts its pzean, Whose lyre fulfilled of me, fathered of Art And that Sun’s song beyond the Empyréan, Who art myself, not any more apart, Having called my children by the call Pandean,…
… gladly by his strong, calm hand; I hear him murmur, underneath his breath, Thou knowest me; dost thou not understand ? Thou hast sought Love; he hath eluded thee In the shadows; life hath worn thy soul away; Wilt thou not dwell in endless rest with me, No more deceived by hope, nor burned by day? Wherefore delay? My love is calm and sure, Not passionate, but certain of its end ; Wilt thou not come—and gladly? I can cure Alone the weariness of time, O friend. I shall not weary of thee; thou shalt sleep For ever on my breast, nor wake, nor weep.…
… gladly by his strong, calm hand; I hear him murmur, underneath his breath, Thou knowest me; dost thou not understand ? Thou hast sought Love; he hath eluded thee In the shadows; life hath worn thy soul away; Wilt thou not dwell in endless rest with me, No more deceived by hope, nor burned by day? Wherefore delay? My love is calm and sure, Not passionate, but certain of its end ; Wilt thou not come—and gladly? I can cure Alone the weariness of time, O friend. I shall not weary of thee; thou shalt sleep For ever on my breast, nor wake, nor weep.…
…h for His magical Attainment. Yet more awful is the doom that He hath invoked upon Himself in renouncing His right as a man to enjoy the Love of those whom He loves with passion so selfless, so pure, and so intense in return for the power so to love Mankind that He be chosen to utter the Word of the Aeon for their sake, His reward universal abhorrence, bodily torment, mental despair, and moral paralysis. Yet He, who hath power over Death, with a breath to call back health, with a touch to beckon life, He must watch His own child waste awav mont…
…do with a neutral. Remember that Magick is the Art of Life, there fore of causing change in accordance with Will; therefore its law is “love under will”, and its every movement is an act of love. Remember that every act of “love under will” is lawful as such; but that when any act is not directed unto Nuit, who is here the inevitable result of the whole Work, that act is waste, and breeds conflict within you, so that “the kingdom of God which is within you”1 2 is torn by civil war. To the beginner I would offer this programme: 1. Furnish your …
…; To tread base thoughts as our high thoughts have trod, Deep in the dust, the carrion that was God ; Conquer our hatreds as the dawn of love Conquered that fiend whose ruinous throne above Broke lofty spirits once, now falls with Fate, At last through his own violence violate; To live in life, breathe freedom with each breath, As God breathed tyranny and died in death ; Secure the sacred fastness of the soul, Uniting self to the absolute, the whole, The universal marriage of mankind, Free, perfect, broken from the chains that bind, Force infin…
…t yourself could adorn that dress, Though it be dainty—(are you a fay, Or a pink-and-white Dresden Shepherdess ? ) Dominoes must not say love nay. Surely my skill can deserve no less Than—so you smile—I am sure I may— Yes? 87
…the boy Habib I wis his colour came and went. Quoth he: By Allah, ’tis a star Struck from the azure firmament! Habib: I pour the wine of love For Al Awaz the excellent. The king: I envy him thy shape, Thy voice, thy colour, and thy scent. 16