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