RECOGNITION

Published in the Bang

New York, New York, U.S.A.

16 August 1915

(page 8)

I travelled; so the star. We neared; we saw

Each other, knew each other; in your face

Mine equal self with majesty and awe

Abode; and thus we stayed for a great space.

What was the manner of our countenance?

I saw you seated, as a great lost God

With blasphemy exulting in your glance

And horror at your lips; my soul was shod

With glory, and your body bathed in glory,

So that from out the uttermost abyss

The very darkness churned itself to hoary

And phosphor foam of agony and bliss.

The authentic seal of our majestic might

Stamped on the light in light the light of light.

Aleister Crowley