Posted by : Mariana Batzeri




Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, 
Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; 
Where charmed music gathered from my tongue, 
And where I chained strange archipelagoes 
Of fallen stars; where fiery passion flows 
A curious bitumen; where among 
The glowing medley moved the tune unsung 
Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose. 

Its myriad petals of divided light; 
Its leaves of the most radiant emerald; 
Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight 
I lifted up my heart to God and called: 
How shall I pluck this dream of my desire? 
And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire!


 Aleister Crowley 

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