NINE

“Remember all ye that existence is pure joy;

That all sorrows are but as shadows;

They pass and are done;

But there is that which remains.”

AL 2.vs.9
Aleister Crowley

Leaping, jumping in the glistening moonbeams,

In this wild place of dreams

Where nothing is as it seems

Blood red gleam up in the sky

Starring as a baleful eye

Wizened and wise

Spin, spin, spin

The weavers three

The womb of time

The faces three

Will they turn?

Turn for thee?

Catch their gaze

In violet haze

For it can guide you,

Through the maze

The maze of confusion

Where image blinds

Instead, the gentle gleam,

Shall well reveal,

That, which is not real

The glowing eye in velvet night

Silver shines moonbeam light

Guide us, to where we will

Where our hearts, may feel the still

The hush of silence

Aeons past.

“till the Golden One at last

Its presence revealed

The source of light

Of life and love and liberty

Mighty powers of the three

9 February 1990

Blood Mon

Nighttime