Long have I lain and waited for Thee in the Rose Garden of Life; yet ever Thou withholdest Thyself
from mine Understanding.
As I lay contemplated Thy nature as that of an Infinite Rose.
Petals, petals, petals… but where, O Beauteous One, is Thy Heart? Hast Thou no Heart? Are Thy petals Infinite so that I may never reach the Core of Thy Being?
Yet, Thou hast said: “I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you:
Come unto me!”
Yea! Mine innermost sense is
drunken; it is intoxicated upon
the Dew of the Rose.
Thy Heart is my Heart; there is no difference, O Beloved.
When I shall have penetrated to the Heart of Thine Infinite Rose, there shall
But I shall never come to myself –
only to Thee.
From “Hymns to the Star Goddess” – Frater ACHAD
Charles Stansfeld Jones (1886–1950)
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