10/23/17 - (Venus) Liber VII, Cap. VII, v. 1-5
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Liber VII, Cap. VII, v. 1-5
- By the burning of the incense was the Word revealed, and by the distant drug.
- O meal and honey and oil! O beautiful flag of the moon, that she hangs out in the center of bliss!
- These loosen the swathings of the corpse; these unbind the feet of Osiris, so that the flaming God may rage through the firmament with his fantastic spear.
- But of pure black marble is the sorry statue, and the changeless pain of the eyes is bitter to the blind.
- We understand the rapture of that shaken marble, torn by the throes of the crowned child, the golden rod of the golden God.