Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 3)

That hath no name; The Fire that darts and flashes, writhes and creeps Snake-wise in royal robe Wound round that vanished glory of the globe, Unto that sky beyond the starry deeps, Beyond the Toils of Time, — then formulate In thine own mind, luminous, concentrate, The Lion of the Light, a child that stands On the vast shoulders of the Steed of God: Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up thine hands! Centre thee in thine heart one scarlet thought Limpid with brilliance of the Light above! Draw into naught Ail life, death, hatred, love: Ail self concentred in the sole desire — Hear thou the Voice of Fire!” ~ 293 —