Nathan+Deitcher


 * //Nocturnal Voyage: a Poem//**

//This is the life of gods and of the godlike and blessed among men, liberation from the alien that besets us here,// //a life taking no pleasure in the things of earth, the passing of solitary to solitary. -- Plotinus//


 * With mist eyed Athena on the prow**
 * And the Orphan Gnosis crowned**
 * The barge of Attic wood moves upward**
 * In a fiery funeral pyre motion**
 * lighting a dead black endless ocean**


 * The hull meets land and rock**
 * Sweet seat offered fold three**
 * Twilight of work and dawn of rest**
 * He embarks on the island of the blest**
 * The Great White Lodge he now sees**


 * The Orphan to his throne**
 * gained merit after lives in rows**
 * Now in the company of a celestial nation**
 * chanting wisdom to plant and grow**
 * amongst the hades of creation**


 * They all sit and pray in blissful peace**
 * waiting for the day for carvings to cease**
 * For above their heads lies a plane**
 * shining to them the luminous Harmony**
 * of it's noetic valleys of holy geometry**


 * Now entering the territory of the boundless**
 * Master Enoch leads with his start eyes**
 * a consummating trip into the High Mind**