Poetry from the WARRIORS LVX
Poem for the Full Moon
by SerPente
Lo Lady Luna, ever turning
Bride of Sol
Warrior of thine Own,
Mirror of my flesh
As She grows full, bounty & tide,
My senses wax tranquil
with the harmony of cycle...
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Initiation
Translation of a Fernando Pessoa poem
by Soror EAEA
Do no sleep under the cypresses
For there is no sleep in the world.
The body is a shadow of the robes
That cover your deepest being.
Night comes, which is death;
the shadow perished without being.
You go into the night, interrupted
Like you, effortlessly.
But in the haunted Inn
The Angels pull away the cover:
You go on without cover upon your shoulders,
With the very little that covers you.
Thus the Archangels of the Road
Undress you further and leave you naked.
You have no robes, you have nothing:
Only your body, which is you.
At last, in the deep Cavern
The gods undress you further.
Your body ceases, the outer soul,
But you see: they are your equals.
The shadow of your robes,
Stayed with us, by luck.
You are not dead under the cypresses.
Neophyte, there is no death.
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Trees of Eternity
by DalethDraku
My Lord is an Arena, Holy of Holies,
the none playing at One and Many according to projection,
the Kingdom of Our Way of love under will.
My Lord is Being, Permanence of Change,
the triple triad which Guards according to Generation,
the Foundation of Our love.
My Lord is Consciousness, Sentience of Chaos,
the ape echoing the Word according to Reason,
the Splendour of Our will.
My Lord is Bliss, Spectrum of tangible delights,
attracting and repelling according to Desire,
the Victory of Our way.
My Lord is a Covenant, a Cube of Proportion,
knowledge & Conversation of mind's Right Relation,
the Beauty of Our love.
My Lord is Desolation, fluid fire of Motion,
contracting Force of Mind's razor Partitions,
the Might of Our will.
My Lord is an Empire, firm square of Matter,
expansive Form of Mind's greatest Mechanics,
the Majesty of Our way.
(I am alone)
My Lord is a Triad, the Yon' of Hither & Thither,
the Plane established by structure of reference,
the Understanding of Our Love.
My Lord is a Spiral, a Hand waving in the Window,
curving undulation of unified duality,
The Wisdom of Our Will.
My Lord is a Point, I am that I am,
no height, breadth, or depth, only position or velocity,
The Crown of Our Way.
Ah, My Lord is Not to be found!
My Lord is Not Bound, without enclosure.
My Lord is the leaping laughter of Light Limitless,
All that is between Not to be found/Not Bound.
For My Lord is All and None of these in the Fulness of Incarnation!
by SerPente
Lo Lady Luna, ever turning
Bride of Sol
Warrior of thine Own,
Mirror of my flesh
As She grows full, bounty & tide,
My senses wax tranquil
with the harmony of cycle...
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Initiation
Translation of a Fernando Pessoa poem
by Soror EAEA
Do no sleep under the cypresses
For there is no sleep in the world.
The body is a shadow of the robes
That cover your deepest being.
Night comes, which is death;
the shadow perished without being.
You go into the night, interrupted
Like you, effortlessly.
But in the haunted Inn
The Angels pull away the cover:
You go on without cover upon your shoulders,
With the very little that covers you.
Thus the Archangels of the Road
Undress you further and leave you naked.
You have no robes, you have nothing:
Only your body, which is you.
At last, in the deep Cavern
The gods undress you further.
Your body ceases, the outer soul,
But you see: they are your equals.
The shadow of your robes,
Stayed with us, by luck.
You are not dead under the cypresses.
Neophyte, there is no death.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Trees of Eternity
by DalethDraku
My Lord is an Arena, Holy of Holies,
the none playing at One and Many according to projection,
the Kingdom of Our Way of love under will.
My Lord is Being, Permanence of Change,
the triple triad which Guards according to Generation,
the Foundation of Our love.
My Lord is Consciousness, Sentience of Chaos,
the ape echoing the Word according to Reason,
the Splendour of Our will.
My Lord is Bliss, Spectrum of tangible delights,
attracting and repelling according to Desire,
the Victory of Our way.
My Lord is a Covenant, a Cube of Proportion,
knowledge & Conversation of mind's Right Relation,
the Beauty of Our love.
My Lord is Desolation, fluid fire of Motion,
contracting Force of Mind's razor Partitions,
the Might of Our will.
My Lord is an Empire, firm square of Matter,
expansive Form of Mind's greatest Mechanics,
the Majesty of Our way.
(I am alone)
My Lord is a Triad, the Yon' of Hither & Thither,
the Plane established by structure of reference,
the Understanding of Our Love.
My Lord is a Spiral, a Hand waving in the Window,
curving undulation of unified duality,
The Wisdom of Our Will.
My Lord is a Point, I am that I am,
no height, breadth, or depth, only position or velocity,
The Crown of Our Way.
Ah, My Lord is Not to be found!
My Lord is Not Bound, without enclosure.
My Lord is the leaping laughter of Light Limitless,
All that is between Not to be found/Not Bound.
For My Lord is All and None of these in the Fulness of Incarnation!