Room 150

July 26, 2016

You will then go
to the well built rooms
of the black house;
there, on the right wing
that no walls bears
but blunt columns
a cold spring will stand,

where dead souls discend
to ease their anguish;
to this lying spring
not even linger:
next perystile
you’ll find the cold
water that runs
from memory’s lake;
on its front, dreadful
guardians you will find.

Remember now, and
practice, the teachings
received in the past.

They’ll ask, strict insight,
why you wander in sorrow’s path,
through the murky depths of the misty halls.
They’re hard forms of your projections:
recognize them. Not big nor small,
they will spring from your heart: recognize them.

Go ahead, pronounce these words clearly
know their meaning, don’t get scared / lose yourself:
I spring from stout earth & starry sky;
thirst burns me, I may fall: but let me drink,
o let me drink,
the cold water that
from memory’s lake runs;

remember then, but don’t be distracted,
that intermediate is the state you’re in-to.

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