[Dedicated to Allan Bennett] <br /> <br /> <br />I <br /> <br />Hail to the golden One <br />Seen in the midmost Sun ! <br />Hail to the golden beard and golden lips, <br />His whole lige golden to the finger-tips ! <br />Hail to the golden hair in golden showers <br />Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers ! <br />His name is Ut, for He <br />Hath risen above all things that be. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Ardent and white, the Lord <br />Whirls forth a strident sword. <br />Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ; <br />Its edge is keener than the lightning flash. <br />Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls <br />Out in a chaos of creative curls <br />And sheathes itself in Me, <br />Arisen above all things that be. <br /> <br />III <br />Even as the burning tongue <br />Og God to God that clung <br />Dissolved his being to a nameless naught, <br />Brake all the wings and waves of time and thought, <br />So in the quivering flame that hurled <br />Its founts of life to the remotest world <br />Supreme stood Death, and sware <br />Destruction to all things that were ! <br /> <br />IV <br /> <br />Child, father, warrior, <br />I worshipped thee before ; <br />Friend, bridegroom, now I yield me to the rod. <br />My God, and very God of very God <br />As breath, as death, as all, as naught, unknown, <br />Known, is there not an end, when one alone <br />Stand I, and thou, and He <br />Arisen above all things that be?<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ut/
