"Flame is Our Lady, flame is Her hair.
I am Flame"
~ Liber 49,
The Book of Babalon
by Jack Parsons
…set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
jealousy is cruel as the grave,
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
a most vehement flame.
Many water cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it…
Song of Solomon 8 (via darksilenceinsuburbia)
I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.
Sylvia Plath, Witch Burning (via mirroir)
How thrilling to appear in his eyes.
She can’t understand what he’s saying:
she’s too busy chewing his voice.
She looks at the mouth she’ll never kiss,
at the shoulder she’ll never cry on,
at the hand she’ll never hold,
and at the ground where their shadows meet.
Dunya Mikhail, section 24 of “Tablets,” trans. from the Arabic by Kareem James Abu-Zeid, Poetry (Vol. CCIII, No. 6, March 2014)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (via mau-gli)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light…