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- 1. O my beautiful God! I swim in Thy heart like a trout in the mountain
- torrent.
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- 2. I leap from pool to pool in my joy; I am goodly with brown and gold and
- silver.
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- 3. Why, I am lovelier than the russet autumn woods at the first snowfall.
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- 4. And the crystal cave of my thought is lovelier than I.
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- 5. Only one fish-hook can draw me out; it is a woman kneeling by the bank
- of the stream. It is she that pours the bright dew over herself, and into the
- sand so that the river gushes forth.
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- 6. There is a bird on yonder myrtle; only the song of that bird can draw me
- out of the pool of Thy heart, O my God!
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- 7. Who is this Neapolitan boy that laughs in his happiness? His lover is
- the mighty crater of the Mountain of Fire. I saw his charred limbs borne down
- the slopes in a stealthy tongue of liquid stone.
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- 8. And Oh! the chirp of the cicada!
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- 9. I remember the days when I was cacique in Mexico.
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- 10. O my God, wast Thou then as now my beautiful lover?
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- 11. Was my boyhood then as now Thy toy, Thy joy?
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- 12. Verily, I remember those iron days.
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- 13. I remember how we drenched the bitter lakes with our torrent of gold; how
- we sank the treasurable image in the crater of Citlaltepetl.
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- 14. How the good flame lifted us even unto the lowlands, setting us down in
- the impenetrable forest.
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- 15. Yea, Thou wast a strange scarlet bird with a bill of gold. I was Thy
- mate in the forests of the lowland; and ever we heard from afar the shrill
- chant of mutilated priests and the insane clamour of the Sacrifice of Maidens.
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- 16. There was a weird winged God that told us of his wisdom.
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- 17. We attained to be starry grains of gold dust in the sands of a slow
- river.
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- 18. Yea, and that river was the river of space and time also.
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- 19. We parted thence; ever to the smaller, ever to the greater, until now, O
- sweet God, we are ourselves, the same.
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- 20. O God of mine, Thou art like a little white goat with lightning in his
- horns!
- 21. I love Thee, I love Thee.
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- 22. Every breath, every word, every thought, every deed is an act of love
- with Thee.
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- 23. The beat of my heart is the pendulum of love.
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- 24. The songs of me are the soft sighs:
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- 25. The thoughts of me are very rapture:
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- 26. And my deeds are the myriads of Thy children, the stars and the atoms.
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- 27. Let there be nothing!
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- 28. Let all things drop into this ocean of love!
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- 29. Be this devotion a potent spell to exorcise the demons of the Five!
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- 30. Ah God, all is gone! Thou dost consummate Thy rapture. Faluptli!
- Faluptli!
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- 31. There is a solemnity of the silence. There is no more voice at all.
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- 32. So shall it be unto the end. We who were dust shall never fall away into
- the dust.
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- 33. So shall it be.
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- 34. Then, O my God, the breath of the Garden of Spices. All these have a
- savour averse.
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- 35. The cone is cut with an infinite ray; the curve of hyperbolic life
- springs into being.
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- 36. Farther and farther we float; yet we are still. It is the chain of
- systems that is falling away from us.
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- 37. First falls the silly world; the world of the old grey land.
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- 38. Falls it unthinkably far, with its sorrowful bearded face presiding over
- it; it fades to silence and woe.
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- 39. We to silence and bliss, and the face is the laughing face of Eros.
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- 40. Smiling we greet him with the secret signs.
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- 41. He leads us into the Inverted Palace.
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- 42. There is the Heart of Blood, a pyramid reaching its apex down beyond the
- Wrong of the Beginning.
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- 43. Bury me unto Thy Glory, O beloved, O princely lover of this harlot
- maiden, within the Secretest Chamber of the Palace!
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- 44. It is done quickly; yea, the seal is set upon the vault.
- 45. There is one that shall avail to open it.
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- 46. Nor by memory, nor by imagination, nor by prayer, nor by fasting, nor by
- scourging, nor by drugs, nor by ritual, nor by meditation; only by passive
- love shall he avail.
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- 47. He shall await the sword of the Beloved and bare his throat for the
- stroke.
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- 48. Then shall his blood leap out and write me runes in the sky; yea, write
- me runes in the sky.
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