How the sparks fly upward in fire,
How dead souls from the Real arise,
How the sun and moon and desire
Sail the infinite Sea of Sighs.

How the hidden waits in the Hider,
How the angel wars with the demon,
How the web jumps out of the Spider,
How the universe springs from Brahman.

How the doddering old man bent double
And the child in the green field leaping
And the young man looking for trouble
Have all gone to their silent sleeping.

How you and I and Time’s river
And the leaves of the years long slain
Will dance like old shadows for ever 
In the chambers of Brahman’s brain.

How the final moment flings you
Into the arms of darkest night,
How the Wheel turns round and brings you
Back again to the fields of light.


Satanica [*Poem*]



See Satan’s lovely succubus
Lying on a sofa, indolent,
Parading her voluptuous
Flesh for your bedevilment.

Languidly lascivious, she
Plots your cruel subjugation,
Oozing sensuality,
Soliciting your adoration.

Utterly intoxicating!—
All her smiles and wicked ways,
All her blandishments must bring
Fevered nights and wasted days.

No need to fester in her pit:
It’s time to play another part.
Find a stake and sharpen it—
And drive it through her demon heart!