The Monad of Creation

When The Weeping Down Beheld Its Mortal Thirst When the waters cover the earth once more And the great sea weeps again Darkness shall coke the dying light And the almighty king sun bleed Only then shall we come to know That which is our mortal thirst

THE MONAD OF CREATION Sun of midnight, burn, flicker, dance with thee Flaming soul of purity, burn, unite with thy oracle Beautiful scent of everdark melodies Cascading thy heavenly fruit A drop of water descends, becoming thy body The monad of all e

MOTHER - WATER, THE GREAT SEA WEPT Mother - Water, she arose She disappeared in the moon Which had lifted her Which had given her birth Masquerading solemn beauty As in a ray of the moon's light Doth her pale skin gleam As an orchid of the deepest se