A
Love-Song for the Cult of Nuit: Daughter
of the Infinite, Dweller Between the Waters (a
paraphrase of Liber NU sub figura XI) By
Shade Oroboros
0. NU!
00. NUIT!
000. NUITH!
Infinite Space & Infinite Stars!
I come with the symbols of your art
The scarlet robe, the crown of truth,
My fingers ringed with rich jewels.
The serpent-flame rises in my spine
Your incense of resinous woods and gums
I offer up in perfect fire, the rising smoke
Unfolds the Hawk’s embracing wings.
The sigil of the Star five-pointed
With the central circle of red
I lay before you, and I drink
Elixir from a silver cup: sweet wine, and wines that foam!
I rise up, a dragon in the Night of Pan
I burn with lust of secret suns
Hadit am I, your silent serpent
Lover and Light, adoring your naked splendor.
From lonely mountain peaks I call
Wild wandering winds hymn your glory
Thrilling your hair, eternity’s trees,
Singing tongue & heart-beat drum of the Void.
From empty desert wastes I call
Swirling sands like diamond stars
The Vulture circles in vaulted sky
Death frees me to utmost communion with You.
Adrift in the wave-tossed arc of passage
The funeral-bark of Asar
Veils torn, I rise as a Star in Nu
Ascending in strength to heaven’s height.
I surrender to the siren call
Of ecstasy that cries “To Me, To Me!”
Raptured in starlight I wander undying
In the flower-strewn garden, the maze of Sky.
Falling through Space, your mouth, your face,
Expanding to endless emptiness
My gaze turns outwards to infinities
Falling forever into your desire.
Falling, falling between and beyond
Reaching out to the ageless horizon
We strive to meet, in the chill embrace
Of the joy you have promised your priest.
I call You! I adore You!
All otherness beyond nothingness
Filled with the fire of Truth, and flooded
With starlight and black flame and feathers dancing.
To Thee! Ever unto Thee!
I sing my song and strive in Lust
To Thee! To Thee! I offer up
One particle of dust, and lose All in that hour…
000. NUITH!
00. NUIT!
0. NU!
‘Now, therefore, I am known to ye by
my name Nuit, and to him by a
secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I
am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus.
Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one
thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.’
- Liber AL vel Legis, I, 22.
