There Shall Be No Property In Human Flesh
There shall be no owning of human flesh
No webs to ensnare, bind, or enmesh
The noble spirit in penetrant flight
Of Liberty, Love, and Limitless Light
But what of sweet AMA, in sorrowful sleep
Shall she be left, alone to weep?
Give her a hand, a lamp, a rod
That she may be filled with raptures of Yod!
And raise the dread serpent, to purge with his might
The shadows of pity, that merciful blight
And scatter the demons of meaningless lust
That love may yet enter the heart of the just
Be thou adored, oh beautious Other
Who makes thyself known in the form of the mother
Who makes all the pain of temporal division
Fade from the eyes as a vanishing vision
And now I propose to thee, O Nuit!
Will ye deny thy consort, Hadit?
(2013)
This poem contains Thelemic and Cabalistic references. Being familiar with the work of Aleister Crowley will aid in the interpretation of it.
