Luke Saint
06-18-2007, 11:32 PM
The Turquoise Sword
Born of all intent you rise
To cleave a path into the skies;
To fight for Love, thy child's fire,
Which ne'er falters upon the pyre.
Much be known in things of three
The guise of splendid harmony.
A door to riches of special breed;
Gold which only the heart can heed.
Wielded by my faith in God
You form a path that few shall trod.
The road to know of Sorrow's cause;
Elude the bite of failure's jaws.
Holy blade of greenish hue
You pass above the morning dew;
Aim directed at restriction.
Pain of Joy, the wound's infection.
Forged within the brilliant white
To gain your home by way of might
You guide me up on that sacred way
To bring that Truth to the light of day.
Note:
The sword is the weapon of Air which is rooted in Kether from whence its concept derived. It is made of turquoise because it has gained the essence of the Zodiac for use as a foothold so that through great ordeal the blade may once again return to the service of the Crown. It began in the Kether of Chokmah but can only be laid to rest beside the Hilt of Fire. Its purpose is to guide the aspirant on the path of Aleph, which connects the second with the One. It is the way by which we see that even the FORMULA of Unity is an emanation of the One. Difficult is an understatement with regards to the sacrifice one must make in order to pass through Aleph. The sword cuts down the Left, the Right and Below so that in your triumph you can stand upon the apex of equilibrium to which even the unity of opposites is a child. Once it returns to its ultimate source it shatters and is engulfed in the power which created it.
Born of all intent you rise
To cleave a path into the skies;
To fight for Love, thy child's fire,
Which ne'er falters upon the pyre.
Much be known in things of three
The guise of splendid harmony.
A door to riches of special breed;
Gold which only the heart can heed.
Wielded by my faith in God
You form a path that few shall trod.
The road to know of Sorrow's cause;
Elude the bite of failure's jaws.
Holy blade of greenish hue
You pass above the morning dew;
Aim directed at restriction.
Pain of Joy, the wound's infection.
Forged within the brilliant white
To gain your home by way of might
You guide me up on that sacred way
To bring that Truth to the light of day.
Note:
The sword is the weapon of Air which is rooted in Kether from whence its concept derived. It is made of turquoise because it has gained the essence of the Zodiac for use as a foothold so that through great ordeal the blade may once again return to the service of the Crown. It began in the Kether of Chokmah but can only be laid to rest beside the Hilt of Fire. Its purpose is to guide the aspirant on the path of Aleph, which connects the second with the One. It is the way by which we see that even the FORMULA of Unity is an emanation of the One. Difficult is an understatement with regards to the sacrifice one must make in order to pass through Aleph. The sword cuts down the Left, the Right and Below so that in your triumph you can stand upon the apex of equilibrium to which even the unity of opposites is a child. Once it returns to its ultimate source it shatters and is engulfed in the power which created it.