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Songs for Harpocrates at Midnight
by Soror H.P. 466
S. A. P. - Seek Another Portal
From this sap-rich centerAll things derive, and are derived.A
point of balancetoward which some strive, some sit astride.O,
distant North Starand I a weary traveler.O, Sol invictus,my orbit
turns back toward you.Dark moon drips with black sapred-shifted
condensate
A drink distilled from starlight
A tonic for inward sunlightI raise my glass to youMother earth,
father skyTo your renewed vowsBrother comet, sister night.I sip
this bitter oilFor the soldier and the silent one.Not otherwise
might roses growfrom this sap-rich center.
The Wheel
Circling within the circle we areNever in the same place:the
center, close-distant, is grace-unmanifest Force, the wheels
axle.
A turning, circling motion grindsearth to dust, dust into
windwind that billows sails raised for exploration or piracy,wind
that cross-pollinates painstakingly-bred pure strains
earth from which Adam and Natura both, in confine of one
another, runas four wheels linked togetherrun on some ineffable
dusty road.
A Leap of Faith
A leap of faith alone, an invoking swirlReady I set forth into
an unknown world.Blessed words I create with steady intent
From combined qualities of each element.Glorious Heaven from
whence I issue subtlyThrough a desert night, I bring wisdom to
thee.Divine Nature creates through fertile fermentThe continuous
flow of each element
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It is mercury dropped from emptinessIt is a flower that blooms
in airSeparate beyond separate is the angelWho draws this flame
from Gaias heart-
and consensus reality
This mercury quenches the wand-bearerThis bloom envelops the
brightest core of emptiness
Raise this wand to draw down that flameFrom the edge of without
endTo illuminate
Alice + me + then
You and me, Alice, we were best friendscrossing the line, bound,
blindfolded, becoming,birthing anew
Now there is a gulf between us. Alice & Maris best girls
across the schoolyard memoriesand across this gulf, Aleph, O winner
of the ordealUpon your throne as Maris sells sea shells she shall
wait with the cool breeze &when Alice turns back to normal
sizeshe shall revive with the sea breeze gift of Yemaya, Maya,
Mazu, then Yamas pall of shadein crossing that line once more,
lemniscate.enter our names again as apprentices
- then as ashlar after Ashley cannot bear the blueprints
disciplinepiled-on pyramids loose as the Magisters white ashblow
away over the old grey land
there awaits an ibis by the lustral waters, the putrid
streambreathe deep the dust + dreamput away your ibis ways and dive
deep the city watersfear not alligators or raw sewage
bear then the pain of the rat, and the alley catuntil we find
the hidden stone and its cubic zirconiared as rubedo, burn rubeus
accursedhang to dry on legal pillars as rainbow illusion burns
above usblack fire fragrant- like Abramelin and wine, remember your
first Mass?
Across midnights and byways, oh Kephra, I do remember.
When we awaken, beyond the looking-glass and wardrobewhen we
awoke and the spell did dissolvewalking up to the altar, again and
again -O meal and honey and oil & thenlooking at our faces in
each others eyes & thenthere is no part of us that is not of
the gods.
Amen of amen, my friend.
