A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn On holy wings that hovered. The music of three thoughts became The beauty, that is one white flame, The justice that surpasses shame, The victory, the splendour, The sacred fountain that is whirled From depths beyond that older world A new world to engender. Aleister Crowley (The Quest: Fragment) Mr Crowley of the Thoth Deck, like him or dislike him had a knack of getting to the centre the heart of things. This is raw, untainted and thought provoking.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 00:00:24 +0000
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