POEMS

By Bob Hankins
 

CHALICE

My Cup is empty; I am obliterated.
My soul cries out for the Bosom of Babalon.
O keeper of the key to this mighty pylon,
Open to me the Mysteries of Creation!
Thou ineffable and terrible God whom am I,
Allow me to behold Thee and thine secret splendour!
Rise up; and Awake! O my Snake. I am thy
Flower in thyself, within me ˜ who art All!
( The serpent, now uncoiled, emits a fragrance of
ecstasy and a flash of light.)
Illumination!
I am the Eye in the midst of the Triangle.
The rays of my glance are as lightning to
the earth; consuming all I behold into
nothing: after union.
I am the Phallus of my Father!
Enter, thou mighty Self of myself, into the
Womb of Creation ˜ which is destruction.
Naught remains, even I am None.
Behold the iridescent brilliance streaming
forth from my Crown!
The Light is in me!; it caresses my heart!; it
thrills me and fills me to overflowing!
My Cup is full; it spills over.
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                                                   MINE ANGEL

                                             Through many lives
                                                   and many places,
                                              I‚ve been guided along
                                                   by spiritual graces.
                                              Wanting me to learn,
                                                   to advance,
                                                        to have a chance
                                         To earn the right to wield the Lance.

                                              With the power of Light,
                                                    Liberty, Light and Love,
                                               I shall find my True Will
                                                    and be drunk thereof.
                                              With wand in hand,
                                                    held on High,
                                               I call on thee,
                                                    my Angel inside!
                                               Devour thou me
                                                    within your Light!
                                               Empower thou me
with your Boundless
might!
With the holiest of
intentions
to Thee I aspire!
It is your Knowledge
 and Conversation I
desire!
 I am in thee, and thee in
me;
  we are but One.
Together forever even as the
Moon
  and the Sun.
. Let the rapture of your
voice
 tear me asunder,
And let me gaze upon
thine Infinite Wonder.
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PARADISE

A paradise of beauty
     before mine eyes.
Picture perfect visions
     arise...
          and are gone.
But then the mountains
     seen from afar
  cause unconscious fountains
     to stream forth like a star
  burning through the night sky,
     it dies...
But it is not gone ˜
     it still survives.
It simply returns
     to whence it came.
To the Great Mother herself,
     Aima by name.

I am blown by the gentle wind,
     my wings are spread.
I am among the living
     and walk among the dead.
Soaring through open air,
     my soul free to dwell
  to the heights of Heaven
     or the depths of Hell.
My soul at utter peace,
     my spirit alive.
All as it ever should be.
     I‚m able to thrive
  on the perfect beauty
     of this dream of glory.
 
 

Bob Hankins
 

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