Abhisheka I burn incense in your name
that drifts into the solemn night
entangling with the cold, cold moon
shining with an Inner Light. The Regents of the Seven Winds
bear aloft my dreams of you
to levels no adept has seen
where you and I are born anew. Our spirits dance on cosmic tides
drawn between resplendent spheres
we are forever intertwined
illuminated, crystal clear. Beyond the gates of astral doom
a flame within your autumn eyes
between the lotus and the void
I know where true magick lies. —Edward West | 
