Illuminist Lodge

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Moon moon moon moon

Four Moons over Makkah

A moon in each corner of the Kabbah

Mother of Towns

Mother of Stones

Mountain, mountain, mountain, mountain

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Why do we bow low, lower, lower?

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Because The Milk is from The Breast 

And it is Expanded and Open

Mother of lightning feathers 

And this gate, this jewel, this shelter

Is a pleasure garden of metallic harmony

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Listen to the spheres exude the music of pure metals

Seven pure tones

Seven ultraviolet rays

For you pleasure and meal

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White salamander crawl out of  the fire

Crawl across the sky 

An eye on each pyramid

A pyramid of each planet

Seeing, you

The seeing 

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You, coyotees

You, alleyways

You, dervishes

Receive your Lord

Receive your Red Hyacinth

Receive your song

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Tumble in to a new dimension of lowness

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Under a white cloud

After returning from exile

I beg for shelter in the wilds

I trace out the shape of the cube on the Earth

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On this mountain I met Eve

On this one Abraham’s chest became deep green

On this mountain Moses’ ear receives the

Thunderbird 

And on this one Muhammad’s Night never ends

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I pull the warmth of this night around me like a robe

The field between four mountains

I put a handful of earth from each

In the furnace 

And a star is born

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Creatures without shadow scurry out of each quarter

Knights of Fire

12 Stellar Strongholds 

Chariot and trumpets of Her Victory

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He put a Thunderbird in your heart

He puts a Thunderbird in your eye

Thunderbird waking up from your nest of sulfur

Thunderbird shake out the death, shake out the sleep

In your sky of mercury

With your feathers of gold

Open your wings

Extend them across the horizon

Bring them together

Make the fire rise in the furnace

The star rise into the center of the sky

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Out of four mountains

We bring forth her red hyacinth jewel

Jade pillars, aquamarine shawl

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And you, Cobbler

Jacob Boheme across all time 

Make me shoes to walk with Khidr 

Make them green like Abraham’s chest

Gold like the thunderbird’s breath

Blue like Fatima’s shawl 

White like Hagar’s bone

Silver like Moses’ begging 

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I see a place where no devil can walk

Hagar’s  bones trace out the limits 

Hagar and Ismael are buried in one quarter

Bones like frankincense

Mind like myrrh 

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Four Mountains, mineral record of The True

Four Tent pegs, Gabriel’s garment 

Adam receives Mercy in the wild places

Completely surrounded by the goddess

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Adam begging for shelter

Moses begging for light 

These bones filled with The Living

Ya Hayy

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As the scorpion moon

Empties into the fishes mouthes

I cannot be reasonable 

I can only sing and dance 

Filled with the living one