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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Thursday, 4 August 1910
Breathing.
Time. 8.30 — 9 a.m. In 10 — out 20 (about).
Results. ?
Invoked Adonai from 4 — 5 p.m. (Went thro' Ritual in Equinox)
Result:
The Unknown.
There are pillars of fire And pillars of cloud, There are flames of desire No darkness can shroud.
There are pale lips that cling to Invisible hands; There are censers that swing to No mortal commands.
There are flashed of fire No man can endure, Unless he expire, Unless he be pure.
There are voices that beckon And spirits that call No mortal may reckon Or cope with it all.
There are flowers far sweeter Than any on earth; There are breezes far fleeter Than those of our birth.
There are wastes of existence, Unmeasured, unbound, Whose speechless resistance No night can surround.
Hidden, mysterious, Vast and immense, Shines the delirious Diamond of Sense.
Vast, immemorial, Flames in the clod The real, imperial Ruby of God.
The Kiss.
The red lips of a young Desire Met mine across the brink of day; I could not say their sweetness way, And crossed them with my lips of fire.
Of that caress arose a flame That blazed for ever in the sky; Men christened it The Sun, but I— I only—know from whence it came.
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