His Condition 
 
 

   I come from the west into the east 
   I am from the place of recollecting and my heart 
             is strangely stirred. 
   On my right hand is the place of fire 
            and at my left hand is water 
   For my right hand holds the sun my father
            and my left hand the moon my mother. 

   Before me are the diamonds of light 
            their sword is in my hand with the long rays of dawn 
   Behind me is the cup of waters and wines 
            the bowl into which the diviner gazes. 

   Where is my centre, for the centre rises 
            it lifts and is in no place, 
            in no place and everywhere. 

   Deep blue and green are the waters of the west, 
           O Master of the Past, 
           Blue and green and white in their churning and 
           gliding. 
   At my right hand are the flames and the rays' long hands 
           from Re' at his noon. 
   At my left are little pools and the face of the moon 
           shedding her pearly light on a stream. 

   The finest of yellow skies is before me and it 
             trembles and changes every moment 
             building shapes and dissecting them - 
             vistas, palaces, masses of trees as arbitrary 
             as ice packs. 

   Move now to calm the heart: let the questing 
            intelligence balance the blue deep of the tragic 
            voice that says: think no more, search only these 
            depths within. 

   The violence of the search, let it be quenched again 
           in those fastnesses of the southern mind, 
           those impenetrable mountains. 

   Remember the cone of the great sun above us, 
           and equally the cone of shadow beneath us: 
           our shadows and our lights stretch to all the 
           universe. 

   Also our colours and changings of direction are of a 
           small corner of the world, 
           we are small creatures, and playing perhaps at 
           a wrong point. 
   Do not be frenetic with dogma. 

   When the scales are adjusted comes the wrapping 
           of a cloak, 
           a rough cloak but adequate, covering the personae. 
   Then here I am and here I am not.

 
 

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The Nexus Collection
STARDANCER


Alpha and Omega

Balance
Chanter
Dreaming

Earth Warriors
Elements

Foxen

His Condition

Labyrinth
Now is the Time
Stare

Taliesin
That Day
The Knot

Unshackled
Who




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