If you will go down into yourself, under your surface
personality
you will find you have a great desire to drink life
direct
from the source, not out of bottles and bottled personal
vessels.
What the old people call immediate contact with
God.
That strange essential communication of life
not bottled in human bottles.
What even the wild witchcraft of the past was
seeking
before it degenerated.
Life from the source, unadulterated
with the human taint.
Contact with the sun of suns
that shines somewhere in the atom, somewhere pivots the curved
space,
and cares not a straw for the put-up human figments.
Communion with the Godhead, they used to say in the past.
But even that is human-tainted now,
tainted with the ego and the personality.
To feel a fine, fine breeze blowing through the navel
and the knees
and have a cool sense of truth, inhuman truth at last
softly fluttering the senses, in the exquisite orgasm of
coition
with the godhead of energy that cannot tell
lies.
The cool, cool truth of pure vitality
pouring into the veins from the direct contact with the
source.
Uncontaminated by even the beginnings of a lie.
The soul’s first passion is for sheer life
entering in shocks of truth, unfouled by
lies.
And the soul’s next passion is to reflect
and then turn round and embrace the extant body of life
with the thrusting embrace of new justice, new justice
between men and men, men and women, and earth and stars
and
suns.
The passion of justice being profound and subtle
and changing in a flow as all passions
change.
But the passion of justice is a primal embrace
between man and all his known universe.
And the passion of truth is the embrace between man and
his god
in the sheer coition of the life-flow, stark and
unlying.