A part, immutable, unseen, <br />Being, before itself had been, <br />Became. Like dew a triple queen <br />Shone as the void uncovered: <br />The silence of deep height was drawn <br />A veil across the silver dawn <br />On holy wings that hovered. <br /> <br />The music of three thoughts became <br />The beauty, that is one white flame, <br />The justice that surpasses shame, <br />The victory, the splendour, <br />The sacred fountain that is whirled <br />From depths beyond that older world <br />A new world to engender. <br /> <br />The kingdom is extended. Night <br />Dwells, and I contemplate the sight <br />That is not seeing, but the light <br />That secretly is kindled, <br />Though oft-time its most holy fire <br />Lacks oil, whene'er my own Desire <br />Before desire has dwindled. <br /> <br />I see the thin web binding me <br />With thirteen cords of unity <br />Toward the calm centre of the sea. <br />(O thou supernal mother!) <br />The triple light my path divides <br />To twain and fifty sudden sides <br />Each perfect as each other. <br /> <br />Now backwards, inwards still my mind <br />Must track the intangible and blind, <br />And seeking, shall securely find <br />Hidden in secret places <br />Fresh feasts for every soul that strives, <br />New life for many mystic lives, <br />And strange new forms and faces. <br /> <br />My mind still searches, and attains <br />By many days and many pains <br />To That which Is and Was and reigns <br />Shadowed in four and ten; <br />And loses self in sacred lands, <br />And cries and quickens, and understands <br />Beyond the first Amen.<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-quest-3/
