I seek
the mystery of Life and Time,
The Key of all that is not and
that
is,
And that which — climb, imagination
!
climb
!
—
Transcends
them
both— the mystical abj'ss
Where
Mind and
Being marry, and are Bliss.
So have
I
journeyed —like
a
fool
!
Ah, well
!
Let pass self-scorn, as love of self
is
past
!
But—am
I
further forward
?
Who can tell
?
God
is
the Complex
as the Protoplast
:
He
is
the First (not " was"),
and
is
the Last
(Not
" will
be
").
Then
why
travel
?
To
what
end?
What
is
the symbol
I
am set to find
?
What
is
that burning heart of blood to spend
Caught in a sunset
with the night behind,
The Grail of God
?
I
would that
I
were blind
!
I
would that
I
were desolate and dumb,
Naked and poor
!
That He might manifest
A crimson glory subtly caught and come,
An opal crucible of Alkahest
!
And yet—what gain of vital gold expressed
?
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