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the Tree upon the mountain
holds the fountain
in deep roots,
the winged doorway opens
on the heavens
beneath the earth.

strange vision & voice
pierce mouth & eye
the gates of alien ecstasy.
when the oracle speaks
from the mask of night
the lust of the goat gives birth.

inward-turning secret kings
the dragons of THELEMA
serpentine entwine
about the Dancer’s solar glories:
jewel of fire in the snowflake,
dew upon the ciphered rose.

spiraling from a silver grail,
the black flame of the Beast;
pure outpoured wine of double nectar
is peacock’s tail and rainbow veil
a snowstorm of star-sparks
a garden of bright flowers.

in-between unspoken silences
the weavers of shadow
master all mystery as dust on the wind.
 
 

~ Shade Oroboros