As soon as one posits one-self
immediately confronted with earth as dirt,
and the need to flee this filthy spectre
Yet it may be that
the outer ring of stars in space
is nothing more than a reflected inner.
Roses, after all, thrive on dung.
Before a bud…
The moon in flood
Has sucked the sap
To tickle a tip
Then cracked the lip
That spreads a smile
Across the face of the sun…
Beyond a bud.
It is possible to box almost anything.
In this way a whole life may be compartmentalised into secure, bounded segments of much more manageable proportions.
Bite sized pieces.
Or even, ‘shots’.
As everybody knows it is even possible to box one’s ears, so that only those things which compute are actually heard.
This is the way Spirit dies.
Blinkers, are boxes for the eyes…
In fact, about the only thing which it is not
possible to put into a box…
This is strange…
But only because light,
is really the gift of a turning-year.
All stands hidden
At the heart of the cavernous world.
All lies sequestered
Black but comely
In the cavernous heart of man.
The unseen green within grey rock
Wielder of Psyche’s Axe
Looser of her Emotional Block.
Our animal soul crowns the summit
Inanimate intimacies call
‘Drink deep – Drink deep’…
Don’t merely dip a doltish finger-tip
Like felt for freely-gifted gold
or spawn of devil’s bloodied-blot.
Not sentiment nor sediment
Such cavernous yawning.
Drink deep of Night
To Day’s Dawning.
All lies hidden
At the heart of a cavernous world.
The mysterium conspires with the
animal world whose souls so resemble
the purity and innocence of a human child.
It recognises the miracle of life
in both seed and egg
and the wonder of a harvest which
springs from an ear of corn.
This solitary communion with the unseen
can be rendered, a mysterious feeling,
and it has been called, ‘the dreaming’,
although it may be better understood as divine consciousness.
The mysterium needs no
shrines or temples
save those that nature provides.
It may be met in the shadowy
heights and aisles of a primeval forest,
on the sunlit expanse of virgin prairie,
the dizzy spires and pinnacles of naked rock,
and beyond, in the speckled vault of the star-lit sky.
All who live a lot out of doors
know the magnetic force
that accumulates in solitude
swiftly flees when confronted
by the faceless vagaries of a crowd.
Approach to the mysterium
is silent, solitary
and free from all self-seeking.
It is silent because in comparison
with the mysterium all speech
is feeble and imperfect.
It is solitary because the mysterium
draws closer to us in solitude.
It is free of self-seeking because
the souls of our ancestors
ascended to the mysterium
in wordless adoration.
‘For God created man immortal, and made him in the image of his own eternity.’
– The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf
The preceding image we had to own did not seem to us particularly god-like.
We turned the leaf:
The Twenty-First Leaf
…Although that description most definitely did.
Finally we came to the last leaf of the little gold-plated book.
It did not come before time.
Already a golden dawn was beginning to blaze through the blinds of our study window.
The Twenty-Second Leaf looked like this:
We walked to our bedroom in a daze, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a fitful sleep.
We dreamed of two rooms the exact reverse of each other.
One was in shadow.
The other was lit.
We awoke around Noon.
We walked into the living room to find the window open and the little golden book gone.
We fell to our knees and sobbed.
On the study desk were our rough copies of the material we had found in the book.
How had she done it?
Where had she been?
And why didn’t she use the door?
The door may be watched, came the answer.
We remembered our dream and walked back into the bedroom.
We opened one of the mirrored doors to our wardrobe.
There on the floor lay a leaf from the little golden book.
Was it ‘the missing leaf’?
If it was, it was not what we were expecting.
The Twenty-Third Leaf:
On the back was a seal:
‘…then a triangle and finally a circle……’
– The ‘Eighteenth’ Leaf.
…This to our mind pretty much makes the earth feminine and the moon masculine which we expect also makes the sun feminine and the star behind the sun masculine. And that is pretty much how the Egyptian’s had it.
We surmise that at this point there maybe at least one missing leaf to the book delineating in much more detail the geometries of earth and moon.
…But what of the sun?
We turned the ‘Eighteenth’ Leaf…
‘…Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die it abides alone…’
The ‘Nineteenth’ Leaf
Which we must assume is referring to the sun.
We turned the ‘Nineteenth’ Leaf aware somewhere in the recesses of our overstretched brain that the moon and sun cycles are conjoint in their nineteenth year.
The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf
‘…But if it dies it brings forth much fruit.’
…Which leaf, incidentally, concludes the geometric designs contained in the book.
The ‘Twenty-First’ Leaf introduced a picture of sorts which to us again appeared to echo some of the Egyptian ideas:
…The ‘Sixteenth’ and ‘Seventeenth’ Leaves.
‘…From a man and a woman make a circle…’
‘…And then a square…’
We thought again of The Officers Of Law who appeared to see the girl as a man?
‘The Spirit as Inner Fire is ‘Agni’ for the Vedic and ‘Hermes’ for the Greek.
The vessel defines the content which is a perception.
Make the vessel transparent in order to ‘see’ clearly.’
Clearly, this sequence of directions related to a famous alchemical engraving. We dashed to our library…
‘The Flight of Atalanta’ by Michael Maier…
‘The squaring of the circle represents a marriage of opposites. It can be accomplished in two ways, by area or perimeter. The circle is a symbol of the eternal element in creation, whilst the square represents solid matter and human works… The largest squared circle in the natural world is the earth and moon. Earth’s mean radius is 3960 miles and the Moon’s is 1080 miles which makes 5040 miles. With a radius of 5040 the circumference of any sublunary circle is 316180 miles, which is the same as the perimeter of any square containing the earth.’
Blimey, they’re all ‘nines’ save the last which is a ‘one’.
We smile, and then consider that it seems to us somewhat incredible that the planetary bodies should possess such accurate geometric proportions by accident.
‘This combination of heaven and earth, or spirit and matter, is a founding pattern in sacred temples from time immemorial the world over.’