A Sea of Sand, a Silver Star

The ego isolates itself into the pit of “I” Tortuously, sarkic enfeeblement is to be molted In thought’s destruction the Golden Messenger is withdrawn; There is only isolation in the Sea of Sand The laughing obverse of Pan jeers at injunction Liminal lemures are locked in mockery Without preparation, recoil and neuroses are imminent Pneumatic facsimile is the only means of passage Should the Amorphous One of the Pylon retract, Sand smothers empiricism and stars become mere grains The eminent Pyramid’s apex is the Hollow of Knowledge Ultimate realization of force and form Perception dissolves in the Hole of Death The Universe becomes unguided Noumena overcome phenomena; One to be itself in echt rawness Creation writhes in prostration One may sink to the “other side” In mining toward the hypokeimenon; Amaurosis via Veil of Light She is the medial menstruum between two columns; A Priestess of the Moon and Silver Star Isis, far beyond ousia and of the Mandorla Mystery Spirit behind the splendor: The veil is not the nexus First phase of manifestation: Throned keeper of systems The eternal Urania: To melt all antipodes Isis of the Silver Star: Abyssal uniting intelligence