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Chapter V
- 1.
- O my beautiful God! I swim in Thy heart like a trout in the mountain torrent.
- 2.
- I leap from pool to pool in my joy; I am goodly with brown and gold and silver.
- 3.
- Why, I am lovelier than the russet autumn woods at the first snowfall.
- 4.
- And the crystal cave of my thought is lovelier than I.
- 5.
- Only one fish-hook can draw me out; it is a woman kneeling by the bank of the stream. It is she that pours the bright dew over herself, and into the sand so that the river gushes forth.
- 6.
- There is a bird on yonder myrtle; only the song of that bird can draw me out of the pool of Thy heart, O my God!
- 7.
- Who is this Neapolitan boy that laughs in his happiness? His lover is the mighty crater of the Mountain of Fire. I saw his charred limbs borne down the slopes in a stealthy tongue of liquid stone.
- 8.
- And Oh! the chirp of the cicada!
- 9.
- I remember the days when I was cacique in Mexico.
- 10.
- O my God, wast Thou then as now my beautiful lover?
- 11.
- Was my boyhood then as now Thy toy, Thy joy?
- 12.
- Verily, I remember those iron days.
- 13.
- I remember how we drenched the bitter lakes with our torrent of gold; how we sank the treasurable image in the crater of Citlaltepetl.
- 14.
- How the good flame lifted us even unto the lowlands, setting us down in the impenetrable forest.
- 15.
- Yea, Thou wast a strange scarlet bird with a bill of gold. I was Thy mate in the forests of the lowland; and ever we heard from afar the shrill chant of mutilated priests and the insane clamour of the Sacrifice of Maidens.
- 16.
- There was a weird winged God that told us of his wisdom.
- 17.
- We attained to be starry grains of gold dust in the sands of a slow river.
- 18.
- Yea, and that river was the river of space and time also.
- 19.
- We parted thence; ever to the smaller, ever to the greater, until now, O sweet God, we are ourselves, the same.
- 20.
- O God of mine, Thou art like a little white goat with lightning in his horns!
- 21.
- I love Thee, I love Thee.
- 22.
- Every breath, every word, every thought, every deed is an act of love with Thee.
- 23.
- The beat of my heart is the pendulum of love.
- 24.
- The songs of me are the soft sighs:
- 25.
- The thoughts of me are very rapture:
- 26.
- And my deeds are the myriads of Thy children, the stars and the atoms.
- 27.
- Let there be nothing!
- 28.
- Let all things drop into this ocean of love!
- 29.
- Be this devotion a potent spell to exorcise the demons of the Five!
- 30.
- Ah God, all is gone! Thou dost consummate Thy rapture. Falutli! Falutli!
- 31.
- There is a solemnity of the silence. There is no more voice at all.
- 32.
- So shall it be unto the end. We who were dust shall never fall away into the dust.
- 33.
- So shall it be.
- 34.
- Then, O my God, the breath of the Garden of Spices. All these have a savour averse.
- 35.
- The cone is cut with an infinite ray; the curve of hyperbolic life springs into being.
- 36.
- Farther and farther we float; yet we are still. It is the chain of systems that is falling away from us.
- 37.
- First falls the silly world; the world of the old grey land.
- 38.
- Falls it unthinkably far, with its sorrowful bearded face presiding over it; it fades to silence and woe.
- 39.
- We to silence and bliss, and the face is the laughing face of Eros.
- 40.
- Smiling we greet him with the secret signs.
- 41.
- He leads us into the Inverted Palace.
- 42.
- There is the Heart of Blood, a pyramid reaching its apex down beyond the Wrong of the Beginning.
- 43.
- Bury me unto Thy Glory, O beloved, O princely lover of this harlot maiden, within the Secretest Chamber of the Palace!
- 44.
- It is done quickly; yea, the seal is set upon the vault.
- 45.
- There is one that shall avail to open it.
- 46.
- Nor by memory, nor by imagination, nor by prayer, nor by fasting, nor by scourging, nor by drugs, nor by ritual, nor by meditation; only by passive love shall he avail.
- 47.
- He shall await the sword of the Beloved and bare his throat for the stroke.
- 48.
- Then shall his blood leap out and write me runes in the sky; yea, write me runes in the sky.
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