Holy Fuck by Satin Mabus

TO PAN

By NEMUS

Hark now Arcady; A greener quill finds book;
Satyrs skry in meadow-song by flowing brook:
Joy and Laughter have become the golden mean;
Mischievous Gods now the appetite of Dream…

I

One Eye of silver starlight to bite this serpent’s tail;
One Cup - the ancient Awynn to fill and empty all.
One mystery to weave with vine & mistletoe;
Day to pleasure flesh, Night to torture Soul.

Such madness lives - beyond one last veil torn;
Where white roebuck chase to deeper Wood
Wild Cerrnanos  calls Ragnok’s  Hunt with  Horn;
Runes to mark  stone & tree  by lightning  stood.

Pan of  Bramble, Birch and Ash;
Fallen seed - forbidden Mandragore
Pan the Unhewn Dolen; Pan the spark:-
God of green worlds, great row an’ oak.

Behold is Pan the god I am alone:
His Wild abandon, my drunkeness inner-most
Where the green moss grows above the mist
Mines the silver non-sense each Muse must sew
To Listen well,  hear the call of distant flutes
The Silent song   from Understanding’s lips;
Behold the voice of  self  whose soul is wilderness
Io Io Io Pan!


II

Here now, thru  Desolation, Peace: UnRest.
Great horn’d Wanderer
Come stir the mountain mist
Lust unlock our holy fire within:-
we are come again to Arcady
up to higher meadow
To His silver Grove of Night
we carry this:
the Gold of Consciousness
All-Being terrible kiss
Not now echos this:-

I am Alone, again
One tail bitten to the Certain quick;
Great God and Goat of given sign
a single flame of sentient script;
as panic flows with Blood;
One Mother – certain touch & serpent tongue:

Here, is consciousness, awake and vigilant
The Great Eye of Goat and Man
Wisdom bone bare to Understanding’s desert-soul;
A Diamond mined  beyond circumference,
A point of Silence in a black flame.
And the holy utterance of a secret name.

And here at last,
Are the nesxt footsteps upon the Path
That walk with you;
As Love is stirred from the ashes of This:-
A diamond falls to earth
The End become again
One with You
All One. Pan