SINISTROVERITAS

Nemus
 
 

I. JOINED AT THE HYPOTENUSE
 

Toward twilight we stood on  bascule bridge
joined at the hypotenuse
where Jung & Abraxas  spoke
and we went with the flow.. . .

In the old city above the sacred river
our knowledge & conversation
is a gray mist between  worlds

A place to enter  wyrdglow
where currents cross  and water returns,
to see  in now  -  all at  once  hidden
is past  and presently before.

   not so long ago. . .
Ibis fish & angelic voices move  thru river reeds;
A salmon wiser than all the ages:
some  talk of secrets  overheard
   not so  long ago. . .

Up wind dream of what the ocean brings
Down stream delta of infinite possibility
Existence is  pure joy of an Absolute
that lives hand to mouth
 walks hand in hand
speaks of Abrasax now  as than…

Now  Bascule bridge draws open -
a perfect time for a kiss
a perfect time to leave our feathered cloak behind
a perfect time to flourish in the understanding
of sacred waters drawn from the deep well of self. . .

in these water of return . . .
 

II. The Flow Of Nu

Now upon their splendorous brow –forbidden,
Black, Her bloom beyond  knowledge burns
Awake where dream and lust are longest true
 As bone to dust shatters with whiter words
And All - as saint and sinner knows - is ash
Their joy of dissolution no where found in Nu.

Her mystery Her moon Her mystick swoon
Here, Love’s threshold is each little death of Us
Her forbidden path  leads Want to wantonness
For one kiss has nothing lost with deep embrace.
 Where my secret love of Her is given as received
 By One mouth whose oracle speaks to me
Now Who goes below

My starlight pour of Her Eternities
By rarefied thirst again
I raise another spell of man
By moon-lust whose light and height are self-love
We are come we listen for krim
 above the hum for fresh signs of She in me
Her kala-scent:- behold my color outside of Time.

 Now is my northern temple set by West
whose walls mark Nile flow
 These be my bees gather’d into Sais now
This honeyed sense of ambergris is mead for the oracle of Thee.
One eye returned to hold a wondrous head – whose secret names me

As Love seeks Will with Love
May cold mist replace darkness with  twilit later dew
And bold courage with warm heart be our bed for you

So each new day now is cure & calm for the plagues of Shu
So Mornings Flower’d gift is glory gone soon to seed
Each Age to measure shadow thru lengthening year
So change whose greatness lies in small surprise
So Thy bloom, O’ Spring –  Nu amrita shed over us
Maat - Balance -  Just surmise!
 

III. Pagala Bindu

Before as after
 above so below
I descend now
An ancient, arcane art of memory
Where sigils sink in the deep steep
Down thru  Dissolution
An end at All

UNKNOWN      UNHEWN     UNBOUND

For what once lost I is immediately forgotten,
N ay now stirs or stills my ever waking breath
And as memory writhes with woven silk
I am exhaust in the silence of full moonlight
That now foams unuttered word to crest.

And as I am I was as full again
As I steep, divine, with Ygrdrasil’s creep
Atavism and Ogham walk now as living tree
  Baird astir  to certainty – a Netherworld of silent speech
The gray reach now frost, my branch to Night continuous
What once of I still deeply roots below this foot for Her

Now Become
The ruby crush of a Universe
In the flow of grape from vine
Now Become
The wine of word and wind awake

Become of She divided for Love’s sake
Womb, exposure, innocence
 Wound of innermost sense.

As this black quill of a black flame dances –
The open mouth begins where vision ends
One Head  - few and secret hold
my river of blue sacred
 where visible Spirit  dwells
Thru silver starlight,
 beheld currencies of non-atomic revelation.
Zos Kia Maati

As the eternal song of stars begins
Light descends to me
Awakens thee
Who fills conception In-between

Tonight, so come you now
Risen in all places of sacred desolation
Fully seen by this moon that hunts Wisdom
With the Knowledge of our wild wicc’d Way
Everywhere the mad dance is Had
And the grape of Dionysis understood

As Hekate knots below my feet around
I behold and flow with thee
my center crushed
My Gaelic sea  - thrice twisted once:-

Where the Past may water memory
Foursquare, mystick Atavum
O brilliant light now a Galaxy

What rough beast come again thru moonlight torn,
Slouches now, towards insight, shadow born?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

IV. FLOOD-SPELL
 

Great Oath of Void  thru which Silence speaks
 Dark Nile of Sothis that  faires the midnite sun
Flood these Times  with light from the hidden one

 Now arise – now begin   Forbidden journey once again
Break the seal whose spell holds Now and then –
Now pass beyond  Duat’s  twelfth and final gate
 

  I am come from darkness to clear light above.
I  and my bride – still One; am  Come unto Nu.

On dry land, from once what was water
Word of wind, whose hair is desert fire
Come forth upon  Land - midnite sun below.

I invoke the holy joy of sacred Existence
 whose chalice  overflows with starlight feairrd from above

Come forth ye hidden spring , ye silent spell
By kaos well’d  now thy formless foam  of pestilence
Is Oracle to wiser  wound and eye.

And foams this sea - now, is Ti-ama-iT
First land that’s churns consciousness
Awakes dried memory of the Ancient of Days
Whose flood dissolves all that is bondage
All once sealed now I open I

I walk here now in the sandals of Heka
Five more footprints across sand and time
My hand holds the opened Ankh of Khonshu
Wherein seed from secret is sown
in the fertile soil of a crushed universe
My name is now called by name before
MUAUM
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I have descended, O my darling, into the black shining waters, and I have plucked
Thee forth as a black pearl of infinite preciousness.

       - Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente vel LXV
 

V. A Mother of Black Pearl
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I am this  Night of infinite stars manifest
I am this Night a single,  bejeweled body .
I am this Night the Light of Night.
 Open mouth - Mother  -  All possibility.

Where you burn within my rapture presently
I am before and after a secret door
Therein my color is seen and shone forth.

By the indivisible multiplicity of my  Being-Not;
ShrinTripura  Babalon   Mahakali    Maat
 My jewel as my mystery: -  arch beyond sun
 My star emit from the middle circle of red

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From a  black  abyss of dire, darkest hour
I give unspeakable joy  - I fill  the silent Keep
Most precious jewel –my milk and riches pour
<My  unveiling before -  my Time is upon you>
My silent word,   my brilliant  pearl of nox.

Now  here found for they that Love  me:
Behold! my consciousness of  continuity
Above you and in you I bend
I am the omnipresence of Nu
I greet thy presence upon this path to me.
 

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Our star now rises east whose Eye enflames the west
My page now burns whose reed is red and right to left
Black  stream unstrung from origin to manifest
Pearl  of one absolute multiple -  thrice divided Love
Each now the equal is perfect being Not.

As vision is one and one at once is voice
 Unbound and all penetrate my light is shed
Thru parted lips  once concealed  -  one lost kiss now reveals
My hidden child , this spell and hour -  and that  now strangely.

Pi
May all that is purple , all pleasure - now quarter
Dwell within my  unexpected house of certainty
I,  the star-filled Queen of Night.
I, hard rain  upon this  bed of Work

At\ the heart of Truth consumed in the feast of  Maat
By this sign of my Love and the caress
of my  feather-light touch upon each subtle centre
Unfolding bloom of given boons
Black  pearl seen of the seeing sea
I am upon you and I am awake
Within you

Beautiful  jewel of hidden god.
Orb of  double wanded One
Here  gathers Night Light
Black pages with white bones
 scattered before the many and known..

Hence Time is spun from a spiders  (mouth?)
By weft, warp, weigh thou art  shone
Now at once a  pearl within and without
Silent, secret  child whose seed is Maat.
Come forth in the manifestation of Nu
I am the Truth of She who compels
MUAUM
 
 

VI. CURRENT WAVES
 

And now my Love is a pearl within the foam
And my heart by twin serpents now rises
A double wand, a feather, the cry of
 a single silent word from the mouth of a silver star:
An end to All as loneliness;
A journey thru the black pearl of my whole
MUOM

And so in wild places of twilit madness
Is naked Truth alone in a single robe
Of starlit deed.
Let voice as vision heed
May lotus, black pearl succeed
Now I am upon you within
To this grove now gather’d therein
An end to All as few & secret
And this again is my pearl
For the servants of the star & snake
MUAUM

Here again is the intensification so rare
She who calls forth what yesterday has yet to become:-
My heart & tongue
OM MANI PADME HUM

Black pearl  Hadit
Within the crystal lotus
My gift of Love is you and soul
Now for the Daughter of Bones
Love’s hidden song sown in sacred stone.
 
 
 
 
 
 

VII.  Natronus

I have Sight, coil Spring to All;
All that twists me in thee strays direct.
I am Strength:
Lion-heart of brilliant stone .

And into the Green and dreaming true
 Unbound free Fool beyond wizened circumstance.
Come up thru meadow, cross brook an flail
Up to me – to me who sits upon this moonlit rapture
Sweet sweat and the perfumed music of divine embrace
Again, at Hermit’s peak
Thou art thou become
Thou art thou as me in thee
ye and I

Everywhere there is me I became you
Three faces, 3 veils, three vials
Hold the light of mystery.
As I am One and one sister of
Wyrd and three.

I evoke
Thee
Invoke me.

Black feather maat
Black flame hecate
Thou alightest me.

nemus\/nexus
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

...the time is come wherein a man of timid courage seizes the keys of hell and of death, and flings them far out into the abyss, proclaiming the praise of life, which the abiding presence of truth may sanctify…
      - James Joyce
 

Who begins this now rests above Tipereth; who sits beneath the great mountain and  city of pyramids with  roots that  have eight sides in air. A journey  a-winged, awake and aware:- conceived and by the concealed revealed – by the open  eye of  Abyss and
the crested Ibis who watches now even you who so longs  so alone and  so naked  for Night in  the madness called  I.
 
 
 

VIII.  THE RAIN OF BINAH

There is now that which still falls thru great star-filled Night;
Where Sorrow is a sea filled and emptied constantly
A Changeless flow of origin – the Tao whose rain is Ash.

For this is the Place of Love and Silence
A Place that is Understood by all stars.

One Great mother of eternity
Beyond all veils of life and death;
All mystery in each still point of Light
Here rains alone in unity with Night.

So is now at once this place beyond what once was I
This rain of falling ashes - still as constant flow
What now gives fill to emptiness is that cup
Neither wise nor foolish hand shall know

Tonight, that cup most still to fill the soul
With peace, constant as this rain of ash
Is the Tao that only Understanding  holds.