The Law of Change in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.
“Nay! But the promise of the centuries,
The certain pledge of immortality,
Child-cry of Man at the eternal Breast.” [via]
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Consider also:
- “The quest is mine! Here ends mortality In contemplating the eternal Thee.”
- “God’s heart! the antics, as they toil and shove! One grabs a coin, one life, another love. All shriek, ‘The prize is mine!’ as men possessed. I was not fooled at anything thereof. Rather I hated them, and scorned for slaves; ‘Fools! all your treasure is at last the grave’s!'”
- “Pale women fleet around, whose infinite Long sorrow and desire have torn their wombs, Whose empty fruitlessness assails the night With hollow repercussion, like dim tombs Wherein some vampire glooms.”
- “WHEN I think of the hundreds of women I have loved from time to time, White throats and living bosoms where a kiss might creep or climb, Smooth eyes and trembling fingers, faint lips or murderous hair, All tunes of love’s own music, most various and rare; When I look back on life, as a mariner on the deep Sees, tranced, the white wake foaming, fancies the nereids weep; As, on a mountain summit in the thunders and the snow, I look to the shimmering valley and weep: I loved you so!”
- “Osiris! Orient godhead! let me still Rest in the dawn of knowledge, ever slaking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmering hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips: I hear Thy keen voice thrill; Arise and shine! the clouds of earth are breaking!”