The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind
he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, rise up, my love, my fair one,
and come away, for, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
the fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret places of the stairs,
let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;
for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines:
for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved,
and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
I am my beloved's,
and his desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards;
let us see if the vine flourish,
whether the tender grape appear,
and the pomegranates bud forth:
there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give a smell,
and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits,
new and old, which I have laid up for thee,
O my beloved.
The Swan's Perch
There is a place where a swan makes sweet music upon his perch. The perch is the place of places, and the music is the song of songs. Whether we speak of Leda and Zeus, or of Solomon and the daughters of Jerusalem, we are drawn to one glorious image. She is the transformed wife of Lot. At one moment, when she despaired to see the loss of the twin cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, she turned into a pillar of salt. But in a cosmic instant she realized her purpose. She was to become the pillar of satisfaction, upon which the great god would rest. Her name is to Lot, and life and love, what Adam desired in Eden. A more beautiful sound than Leda, never Zeus was to hear. Because the magnificence of her circle was as milk for cosmic children, Zeus transformed himself into a swan of satisfaction. Two cosmic lovers speak from the heavens to tell each and every soul, "that which you desire is satisfaction, judge it not, lest a pillar of salt become your lot in life."
Tree of Life, Pillar of Salt,
Swan's Perch, Leda's Satisfaction
They All Declare The Cosmogenesis Begins Again
Once a messenger from Zeus flew off to a crow's nest to bring the message that the Tree of Life had been cut down and spread asunder, to make room for the next cosmogenesis. At the very same moment the tabernacle of the sun passed through the valley of death and crossed the river from which springs the fountain of youth. Listen to the messenger and see if you can hear and see the Song of Songs. It is a song of Zeus and Leda, the beginning of the beginnings, the moment of the first occasion. Carpe diem.
Dove to Phoenix,
Stork to Condor,
Hummingbird to Swan,
A King's Ransom is Paid
If your beloved descended into the cosmic cave. Fear not. This is no ordinary cave. It rests below the Tree of Life and contains the fountain of youth. It is where the birds copulate with the fishes. He has gone to prepare a place for you. Your task is to prepare a place for him. Though your lights be shining in different worlds, the cosmic light which shines with true love can never be extinguished. Love is never lost, it is only passed on to those who choose to turn on the light. Look again at the walls in the cave of self creation, and find the switch which turns on the celestial light. Roll the stone away, and come into the light. Below the celestial light is where you belong. If you should ever fly beyond that light, never will the swan find your perch to alight. That which glows from within your heart is nothing less than the next cosmic child. The Dove leaves the ship of life on a journey through the valley of death where the Phoenix and the Stork guide it over the cave transcending death and birth. Beyond the Stork rises the Eagle, or Condor, to the mountain top, with the soul of the faithfully departed to become the faithfully reborn. At the top of the mountain, the Hummingbird flies from the Condor's wings, avoids the fox in the vines, and arrives at the Swan's perch. Look and see. Then listen with your heart, for this has always been the way of cosmic children, whether of Zeus or Solomon..
A cosmic child is born, not of man and woman,
a cosmic child is born of the god and a woman.
A man, to live, must withdraw and come again,
but a woman must remain the swan's delight.
Grasp the potential which this seed will bestow.
If you carry this song, it will grow and grow.
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