THE MYSTIC

A glister threads the surge and fall of

her mesmeric chanting;

she sings of radiant rivers overhung

with rippling celestial reams.

"Far from this black stour blossoms a

grove of Light, a halidom

that is the province of the inner eye,

a fabric of divine afflatus

woven from ancient starlight, bestrewn

with astral cantillation."

"At your purest, you beheld its wafture, 

attended its hallowed 

tintinnabulation, as billowing veils

spoke their mysteries.

The sun and moon echo their refrains

as the waters and skies,

as volant songsters. Indeed, its tones

resonate in every atom

and star, in realms of brightness,

in darkest cosmic recesses; its runnels

traverse your spirits,

nourish the tree of life."

"All who strive to see the invisible, voice

the ineffable, must be made

vivid by inward journeying. Cast off your

vanities, eschew obliquity,

ere you would lave yourselves in pools

of depurating mellifluence.

Thus shall you know your inscape, in deep

silences of content shall

you comprehend Circle and Spiral."

"Such is the emprise of the pilgrim of Light -

a daunting voyage through

elemental cataracts. Upon brilliant waves,

he sets himself adrift,

affining his soul to its currents, fathoming

its depths, unravelling its 

gnomic pronouncements, till his very breath

is indistinguishable from its 

molten whorls."

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE GATES OF LIGHT

Source: pinterest.com

Artist: Mordecai Ardon