THE EQUINOX
our chariot, and the reins thereof are the heart-strings of men.
Every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon. And every
place on which we rest shall be a young universe rejoicing in
its strength; the meadows thereof shall be covered with flowers.
There shall we rest but a night, and in the morning we shall
flee away, comforted.
Now, to myself, I have imagined the chariot of which the
voice spake, and I looked to see who was with me in the
chariot. It was an Angel of golden hair and golden skin,
whose eyes were bluer than the sea, whose mouth was redder
than the fire, whose breath was ambrosial air. Finer than a
spider’s web were her robes. And they were of the seven
colours.
All this I saw; and then the hidden voice went on low
and sweet: Come away! The price of the journey is little,
though its name be death. Thou shalt die to all that thou
fearest and hopest and hatest and lovest and thinkest and
art. Yea! thou shalt die, even as thou must die. For all that
thou hast, thou hast not; all that thou art, thou art not!
NENNI OFEKUFA ANANAEL LAIADA I MAEL-
PEREJI NONUKA AFAFA ADAREPEHETA PEREGI
ALADI NIISA NIISA LAPE OL ZODIR IDOIAN.
And I said: ODO KIKALE QAA. Why art thou hid-
den from me, whom I hear?
And the voice answered and said unto me: Hearing is of
the spirit alone. Thou arta partaker of the five-fold mystery.
Thou must roll up the ten divine ones like a scroll, and fashion
therefrom a star. Yet must thou blot out the star in the heart
of Hadit.
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