10/02/17 - (Sol) Liber VII, Cap. IV, v. 1-8

Danica

Liber VII, Cap. IV, v. 1-8

I am like a maiden bathing in a clear pool of fresh water.
O my God! I see Thee dark and desirable, rising through the water as a golden smoke.
Thou art altogether golden, the hair and the eyebrows and the brilliant face; even into the finger-tips and toe-tips Thou art one rosy dream of gold.
Deep into Thine eyes that are golden my soul leaps, like an archangel menacing the sun.
My sword passes through and through Thee; crystalline moons ooze out of Thy beautiful body that is hidden behind the ovals of Thine eyes.
Deeper, ever deeper. I fall, even as the whole Universe falls down the abyss of Years.
For Eternity calls; the Overworld calls; the world of the Word is awaiting us.
Be done with speech, O God! Fasten the fangs of the hound Eternity in this my throat!