Origin in All
The sky looked angry today
Like it had something to say,
"You can't see that which you seek
Though it can be known to the meek."
Of patient heart take a step back
To allow a fawn to cross one's path
In the days that bloom decay
Sinister rouge, burn orange and black
Strengthen the body so it may endure
Pleasures and tortures for seasons more
Humble your mind knowing the whole
Legion of imagined ones listen
Though they hold at the door.
Forever renew the original urge:
One in two even
At sixes and sevens
Sixty four hexagrams
In sin the absence of three are
Sixty four letters sent to thee.
Do these in the presence of me
And hold thy steed
My flower, petal, walking seed,
First to last man on mother earth:
Understand what it is to be a vessel,
Gifted origin of spirt.
Clairaudience without conjecture,
Gifted origin of material.
Clairvoyance without pressure,
Gifted origin of the pentacle.
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