Scribbles under
The Star of Venus
by Niklas Nihlen

Seated under the open sky,
 with Earth safely underneath,
I gaze the distant horizon,
wind rushing through my hair, brushing against my skin,
above are clouds swiftly passing,
like thought-forms of the mind,
illusory veils being pierced and dispelled,
overhead and beyond is motion and activity,
in the heavenly sea of blue,
a tiny dot appears,
a clear and perfect sphere,
an orb of light, love and beauty,
merging heart and mind within,
the smell of sweet perfume caressing soul,
holding the place where all things unite,
directing the Eye with one perfect ray,
towards the radiance of a greater disc,
a light overwhelming,
emerging from the background,
flooding the little valiant one,
submerging the little Arc in a Sea of Fire,
the waves of Life endlessly rolling onto the sunny shore of Being,
overtaken and absorbed by divine Presence,
the eternal now at the blink of an Eye,
without beginning or end,
I stretch yet remain forever,
boundless and immutable,
standing at the center,
naught is but Me.

Poems by Andrew Nellist

Heart

 Heart is the music,
The silent flame,
Tongue eternal,
Our true witness

Shoots

Parabolas of truth
Are fired into the sky,
Clearing through clouds
Of  metaphor;

Landing in the light
Of the arrowing sun,

Quick-footed mercuries
Gather them,
The springing shoots
Of illumination.

Tat

After millennia of ritual,
Rites of purification and observance in the temple,
The Messu came as the Messiah,
Born as the son of Isis in the manger,
Of the virgin mother.

O Ra, bear witness to the miracles,
Mysteries enacted in the land of living,
Brought to life like Lazarus
From the tomb of incantation and
Enchantment of the afterlife.

Let the bandages of time
Unravel to reveal the living god,
Horus of the hour of happening,
Arisen from the catacomb,
From the obelisk sunk in sand,
From the corner of a desert library.

Let the Tat be raised
And tell of Osiris anointed,
Of the feet washed and dried.
Inspired by Hermes,
Let wisdom flow from the open wound,
The bones unbroken.

May crocodiles quieten
Along the banks of the ancient Nile,
Lapped by water
Poured from the jar of the water-carrier.
Let fishers embark and set sail
For the world-wide ocean.

Horus-Mat-Kheru stands at the prow.
The Bennu brightens and burns
For the Phoenix, resurrected.
From the boat he preaches,
Then walks the water to us.

Here are the sheep and goats
Gathered around mount Olivet.
The seven seals are opened
As the seven spirits gather
Around the throne of God.
Behold the face of the Sun.