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…Wine tasteless, tired the brain, and cold the breast ! Ah! but if with it is one good deed wrought, | One kind word spoken, one immortal thought Born in thee, all is paid, the weary strife Grows victory. “ Love is all and Death is nought.”
… Essence ! O Queen, O Goddess of my life, Light unbegotten, Scintillating spark Of the All-Self ! O holy, holy Spouse Of my most godlike thought, come forth ! I say, And manifest unto thy worshipper In more candescent fulgours ! Let the air Ring with the passion of my holy cry Unto the Highest. For persistent will
… The faded sunset thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, crispéd star, Virginal, golden nenuphar, Folden upon itself to sleep, To sleep and die, to wake and weep Soft silver tears of old desire. O molten silver of my lyre, Transmute, transmute my autumn dream, Transmute the windi…
… The faded sunset thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, crispéd star, Virginal, golden nenuphar, Folden upon itself to sleep, To sleep and die, to wake and weep Soft silver tears of old desire. O molten silver of my lyre, Transmute, transmute my autumn dream, Transmute the windi…
… into the function of the aspirant in this present life. Liser III. LrserJucorum. An instruction for the con- trol of speech, action and thought. Lizer XIII. Grapuum Montis ABiEcNi. An account of the task of the Aspirant from Probationer to Adept. 32
…sired kind of love. In fact, they are making it continually in their hearts and only wait opportunity to suit the word and action to the thought. Nor does opportunity lag. There are no practical difficulties. Indoors and out nature and art combine to invite Cupid to pay every kind of visit, passionate, permanent, transitory, trivial. The caprice of the moment is the sole arbiter of the event. The idea of worry is unknown. "Take no thought for the morrow" is the first principle of human relations, especially in regard to all such matters. Love i…
… sheathed in silver. So white and glittering with fierce heat was that corselot, and so mighty its pulse of vibration that she had [229] thought it part of the cone. She understood this to be the formula of the circle, and realized with a great ache, and then a sudden anger, that it was by this that she was to be prevented from what might have been her fortune, the gaining of the wardenship of a Chopin or of a Paul Verlaine. But upon the face of Artemis was gaiety of triumph. The last of the souls whirled away into the darkness. Humanity had tr…
… of Love ; you have perverted the teachings. of the Crucified One !”"—McGregor Mathers. EFORE the darkness, earlier than being, When yet thought was not, shapeless and un-- - seeing, Made misbegotten of deity on death, There brooded on the waters the strange breath Of an incarnate hatred. Darkness fell And chaos, from prodigious gulphs of hell. Life, that rejoiced to travail with a man, Looked where the cohorts of destruction ran, Saw darkness visible, and was afraid, Seeing. There grew like Death a monster shade, Blind as the coffin, as the co…
…sword is red with blood ; the pentacle Builded of flesh ; the wand its snake-head rears Swift energy: my labour is but lost. I, who thus thought all things to end, Findin the void no friend. I have but conjured up the fiend that most I trusted to abolish: all my toii Goes to give rest to life, and build anew These pinnacles of pain, Cupola upon cupola; the soil To comfort, to avail, to assoil with dew, To build the year again. 83
The Impotence of Thought to perceive Reality. 51 Buddhist and by no means a Mohammedan doc- trine. I am a little uncertain of my transla- tion. Literally [Persian text]. The wheel of life stands still, the axis is rusty. (This line, pencilled faintly in Major Lutiy’s M.S. has been difficult to decipher : we doubt the accuracy of the above. It is not an M.S. reading. Ed.) 2. Cf. Verlaine — c’est à recommencer. But “ be- ginning ” is here “ maruk ” [Persian text] not “ rah- sid ” ; and Mahbub says that here is a punning ref- erence to Marut [Pers…
… men have heard of all these ships not one, not one for ever more again. VII Seeing your naked body in the bed Against the jetty silk, I thought you lay Just as the Milky Way Lies in the unkenned hollows of the sky. One swarthy ray of red Leapt from your hither eye, And straight my dream began To map that heavenyour eye, Aldeboran ! I launched the magic boat, and early found The Pirates cave and the Enchaunted Ground ; The cedared Lebanon, The Wizards Grot, the well of spice, The Hanging Gardens of great Babylon : All these then did I visit…
… shall I burst thy bitter bands, Strike off thy shackles, from thy fetters break, I, whom Thy name appals, whose vitals quake At the dim thought of Thee ? Have mercy, Christ ! Who suffered on the cross, who sacrificed Thy heaven for three hours. Ah ! pity me, For years, not hours, condemned to agony Thrice Thine ! Have pity, hear me, virgin queen, Whose pangs of childbirth were seven times more keen Than all, since love and memory of joy Thou hadst not, but the fear of shame to cloy Even the hope of motherhood. But I, Cut off from love and joy …
…is constant and undimmed, it may be that Clouds gathering about us conceal our Glory from he Vision of other Stars. These Clouds are our Thoughts; not hose true Thoughts which are but conscious Expressions of our Will, such as manifest in our Poesy, or our Music, or other Flower-Ray of our Life quintessential. Nay, the Cloud-Thought is born of Division and of Doubt; for all Thoughts, except hey be creative emanations, are Witnesses to Conflict within us. Our settled Relations with the Universe do not disturb our Minds, as, by Example, our autom…
…the sin That brought me shameful to the shameless light. I have not faltered nor turned back at all, Nor moved my purpose for a moment’s thought. Nor will I now. The god is gone from me, And as a man I feel the living shame Of my existence, and the biting brand Of murder set upon me, and the sting Of my discrownéd forehead. I shall die Having this proof of my own nobleness To soothe the rancour of my stricken soul In the abodes of night, that I have dared, With the first knowledge, to make good my spirit Against its fate, to steel my flinching …
…aught in the meshes of the cruel sense, Two kissing breaths of agony and pleasure, Mixed, crowned, divided, beyond age or measure. Time, thought, or being ! Now thine eyes awake, Droop at my kisses ; the long lashes slake Their sleek and silky thirst in tears of light ! Thine eyes ! They burn me, even me ! They smite Me who am scatheless, and a flame of fire. See, in our sorrow and intense desire All worlds are caught and sealed ! The stars are taken In love's weak web, and gathered up, and shaken! Our word is mighty on the magic moon ! The sun…
…ly. The jewel needs a setting. My preliminary studies for this play have consequently cost me a great deal of money, incredible toil and thought, and not a little indignation. I may as well confess it at once ; I tried to dodge the artistic Boyg by drinking Mandarinette ; and I fear that this shameful capitulation has left manifest traces throughout much of the play. But I cannot blame myself too severely ; I made unwearied efforts. At first I tried to obtain the proper degree of perfection on the basis of monotoneI ordered a dinner harmonized…
…en, I do love her. Was ever a man so ill-placed to win a woman? BLANCHE. I would not have answered it—oh ! Mon- sieur, I swear to you. I thought no wrong. But uncle shut me up in the chapel, and said I was to be married to-morrow—and—and —set a trap for you. DENYS. Mademoiselle, I never thought ill of you, believe me ! BLANCHE, Then oh, sir! marry me! You shall never see me again, and I will—yes! I will —kill myself, and you shall be free and happy again. It can’t hurt you much to say a few words in the chapel with me— and then go back. But pra…
…re Yoga. (8) Yoga means Union. How are we to apply this word to the phenomena of mind? What is the first characteristic of everything in thought? How did it come to be a thought at all? Only by making a distinction between it and the rest of the world. The first proposition, the type of all propositions, is: S is P. There must be two thingsdifferent thingswhose relation forms knowledge.
… and thy name is One. The Godhead in me ! As a flash there came The jealous secret and the guarded name. The quest was mine ! And yet my thoughts confute My intuition ; and my will was mute. My voice—ah ! flashes out the word of flame : “ Eternal Beauty, One and absolute ! ” The overwhelming sweetness of a voice Filled me with Godhead. “ Still remains the choice ! Thou knowest me for Beauty ! Canst thou bear The fuller vision, the abundant air ? ” I only wept. The elements rejoice ; No tear before had ever fallen there. I thought within myself …
{2.12. 12.13 12.24. 12.55. 2.18. 3.15. 3.20. 3.28. י3.36 JOHN ST. JOHN I thought of recording my own weight which I had not taken. Good! Pranayama [10 seconds to breathe in, 20 seconds to breathe out, 30 seconds to hold in the breath] Fairly good ; made me sweat again thoroughly. Stopped not from fatigue but from lunch. [Odd memoranda during lunch. Insist on pupils writing down their whole day; the play as well as the work. “By this means they will become ashamed, and prate no longer of ‘beasts.’ "] Ι am now well away on the ascetic current, de…