DON
"Lo I
am Truth in Its ceaseless abiding,
All-Virgin
dwell I where no measures are seen.
In Me
is Eternity ever confiding
Void
memories treasured of rapture serene.
No birth
had I, yet I will bear;
No death
for Me, yet will I claim
The life
of every dream-child fair
Who in
Mine unborn thoughts remain.
Enthroned
am I, by all unknown,
Though
star-clouds in their infancy,
Or secret
universe unshown,
E'en
fires of human vanity.
Throughout
Mine emptiness I flow,
And thus
My tireless Web I spin;
Inward
my brooding thoughts I throw -
Dark
rays I countenance as kin.
Power
to excite each strand and path
And in
the Web reaction wake,
I Brother
hail and name Him Math,
Whose
Law may none despise nor break.
New day
of Don, thy morn's decreed
By resolution
firmly set
Of She
- The One Reality,
And Her
Right Hand - Arglwyd Tyghet.
Beleu
Mawr, awaken Thou
At ev'ry
centre of My Being,
That
Thou and I may pour forth Love and Life
Throughout
Mine Holy Web,
And journey
far to realms as yet unborn!"
BELEU
"Desireous
Awakener and Space-Arch of Eternity,
Whose
formless Spirit clings
To farthest
fields of nothingness
In all-embracing
gyre,
Thou'rt
with me still
Though
to mine eyes unseen.
Proud
in Thy maturity dwell'st Thou,
Now heavy
with fruits of Our conceiving.
In reaching
to illimitable realms
Of mystery
perpetual,
Thou
art nowhere touched,
Yet flowest
Thou
Through
space that yet is not,
And I,
e'en I am everywhere -
In circles
by immortal finger yet unmarked -
The centre
and The Life.
I
AM,
Though
time existeth not
Nor is
dimension understood.
And even
in conception
Is Thy
weaving known -
Restriction
being Thy nature,
As streams
of Thine outpouring
Must
converge in pools
Born
of Thy dreams
Whose
names alone Thou knowest.
Ere aught
is manifest,
Thrill
upon thrill passes
Swiftly
through Eternity,
For It
and Thou are one,
And the
Holy Web
In soundless
voice of triumph sings."
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Copyright © Gareth Pengwerin
1972