The serpent dips his head beneath the sea <br />His mother, source of all his energy <br />Eternal, thence to draw the strength he needs <br />On earth to do indomitable dees <br />Once more; and they, who saw but understood <br />Naught of his nature of beatitude <br />Were awed: they murmured with abated breath; <br />Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. <br />But whoso knows the mystery of man <br />Sees life and death as curves of one same plan.<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanatos-basileos/
