Ophichus In Joy

written by Soror Akana

O' Tyre --
Here harps glory returns
from Emerald shores of Malabar:

Ark,
Ephrathah secret
deep springs, three seeds
of life
echo softly:
Listen --
can you hear the lotuses?

And my cypress, shining,
she bursts high
in dreams' gates forever!

O the rising vine, sweet
Renaissance --

I lion's sonnet never;
No, will not falter

for e'ry strike shall be crimson ectasy
invisible untold by earth,
and my nemyss the words you breathe!

purple embracing e'ry veil
tendrils dancing, alive;

white owls see
the King holds
His sanctuary well.

Cans't thou touch this stone?
Wilt thou dare!?

You come Here
and Uriel pales, knowing:
no one, no light

may pierce the green valley,
chateau alcoves ---
save for Lemuria grace,
graal calling;
Ring
this River's source
transform
Man, Woman, Child!

Our great sign,
soul's work:
Remember
what dear Wisdom
first bespoke.
And Our Temple soars!

Walk with me
once more
in this House.