Unnamable,
Unknowable
Uncallable.
Lost in the infinite Imagination.
Invisible Thing
Lost in the Mind.
Ah, how I long
To be whisked away by thee.
Wisdom in all Folly,
So I call thee The Fool!
How may I come to thee,
Beloved Insanity?
For if I am sane,
Then I do not want it.
Ever more!
Vast Nothing!
Ye contain All,
And all i wish
Is to bathe in thy Waters.
Golden flowing Light,
Infinitly bright.
That endless spiral;
Quenching Fire.
The Fools Madness!
Delight! Delight!
For none can know
The Truth thou see,
Eyes of Innocence and Purity.
For truely, all thou know
Is "I am that I am."
And with this
Hast thou wedded the Bride;
Thou hast laid with thy Mother
And been taken into the Bed of Rapture.
Carried away
In the blink of an Eye.
All is for Naught,
Save for our Mother.
Ah Babalon!
Thou wilt rise again
in thy Beauty.
Thy grandeur shall surpass the Stars.
Nations shall fall
Weeping before thee,
For thou art the appointed wife.
So sink nwo to the middle,
And stop struggling.
Make no doubt,
Except none,
For all thou hast is Not of Her
But for Her.
Ah, How you shine.
the whore will reign,
And Madness descend
Into the hearts of Man again.
Ah,
How I wait,
How I wallow,
How I weep.
For her beauty goes unseen,
Except by the Divine Fool.
Alas for the World whose eyes are blind!
Alas to the world who does not see!
Alas! Alas! Alas!