Divine Poetry: The Words of a Holy Muse

I Grieve for I am far from my Home, Lord

Though you are here with me, I still grieve

For my heart dwells in darkness,

and my nous is not clear.

The pain is unfathomable!

Suffering everywhere; this plane is truly illusion

Though there is beauty, there is much ugliness too

Though there is Light, the Dark Night is Heavy

The road to Gnosis is being tread on once more

Lord, when will I see thy countenance again?

You have blessed me beyond all measure,

yet here I am, wailing in despair.

Attachments to the world injure the soul.

Release me from my bondage,

and make me into Your Avatar.

I offer my life up to you,

so that the Christ may enter in me forever,

Thy Light once lit, can not be snuffed out,

for thy Light is Divine.

Thy Commandments I uphold righteously

Soon the Messiah is to return…

Soon, all shall be liberated.

Thy Dark Night is soon upon me.

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Excerpt of a Letter from the Brothers of Rose Cross

“There is a mountain situated in the midst of the earth, or center of the world, which is both small and great. It is soft, also above measure hard and stony. It is far off, and near at hand, but by the providence of God, invisible. In it are hidden most ample treasures, which the world is not able to value. This mountain by envy of the devil, who always opposeth the glory of God and the happiness of man, is compassed about with very cruel beasts and other ravenous birds, which make the way thither both difficult and dangerous, and therefore hitherto, because the time is not yet come, the way thither could not be sought after nor found out. But now at last the way is to be found by those that are worthy, but notwithstanding by every man’s self-labor and endeavors.”

Excerpt of a Letter from the Brothers of R.C (Rose Cross)

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