The Gate Of Babalon

 Deep, dark and back
Of the blue view up into Night
I come a little to lie
In a drop of shared blood
That now passes mystery
Mouth to heart & tongue.

A drop to enflame  each voice,
Each spark of intimate holy spirit
To lay flowers, flesh, Innocence
Blue flame with scarlet desire
All thresholds of pain & pleasure
 At Initiation’s door.

Now before, this Western gate
Another Age longs for Love,
 Once more opens the seal of Night
Invokes the infinite stars above…

….As I move thru Her below
Our Lady raises Cup & cauldron up
Pours mead scented with ambergris
All fruit’d forms of consciousness
All masses red and white
To heat and stir alembic alchemy
Become that brilliant flame  again
Holds the wondrous wetted head of Bran;
Pure yet wanton consciousness
 Certain continuity
Babalon astride the lifted beast;

 Her lust each journey’s ride
Astride threshold and daily death;
 Bride, to sweetest rapture wed
 Our union now, One final Gate
  We open, twist before a lidless eye.

The reach and mass of She inside
 Her Lust, forbidden flesh and spirit known;
Now burns and whitens hidden bone;
 Mystery laid deep and bare with Her embrace

Where blood and breath reach steam
Become clouds without water in Death,
Thru Meditation and Yoga reborn
Let us meditate upon her beauteous form.

When quarters cross In-between
Thru freedom caught,
When Understanding over-flows
Releases now again

As Laughter rules so existence joy
What else now remains of me
 Lays beyond Sorrow’s shore.

Behold no one stands where stone and Love dissolve
What remains is hidden lore to Spring upon
We become sacred sacrament,
Charge of Beast - Her Eucharist.
 

Thus Pleasure’s sharp sauce
Runs large down lips to thigh
My world burns to ash again
Babalon

I see
I know
I dare
Silence

That Her
Invisibility now
To physical mind
Could be
Omnipresence
In the grasp
Of what is
Celebrated
Holy
A Day
for
Her Night
 Alone.

- Nemus