Over the peaks and the plains Of an infinite universe These Lovers are ever Each other finding and losing: Whenever they meet there is birth, Whenever they part there is death! Birth and Death! What does it mean we are born? What does it mean that we die? I make answer: That which of Love and of Life is begotten Fails as to form of itself only-- Not Self but its eidolon fails-- So Love and Life part to prepare for Self new forms; Birth is a form of the Self once more appearing-- Self who is child of these Lovers eternally wooing! How many births, deaths have we known! Eternally going out of the urge of Love for Life, We are the Sons of the Highest! Atom and star and flesh, These are but forms of the Soul; Amoeba, mastodon, man, But forms of the Soul forever ascending! The Soul is more than the form, Abides there merely a moment; The Soul is a pilgrim Housed for the night in a hostel: New habitations meet for his needs are provided, Yea, they are builded by Love and by Life-- Builded by them for their Only Begotten. A SONG OF THE TRINITY I believe in one God the Almighty: Love is the Father Eternal: Life is the Mother, Infinite Spouse of the Father; Soul is the Son forever ascending! Love, Life and the Soul-- These Three forever existing-- Love, Life and the Soul! A SONG OF THE FATHER I am Love! None is before Me-- I am the All! I am the Lover of Life By whom my Son is begotten: This is my Son-- The Soul in whom I am well pleased. Or ever the stars were hung in their purple places; Or ever the moon grew languid with love for the earth; Or ever the day flamed forth on the hills In eager pursuit of the reluctant arms of the night: Life cradled our Son in the atom We fashioned and floated on waves of ether-- Cradled our Son and waited till æons went by Fulfilling the passive, soft years of his childhood-- Waited until he builded strange cities by rivers That flowed from the gold of the sands of the desert-- Waited until his white body was nailed on a cross In pledge that Love is the Lover of Life and Father of the Soul! A SONG OF THE MOTHER I am Life! Love only precedes Me! Long ere the pollen grew gold on the bee Flitting from flower to flower, Laden with honey; Long ere the song of the bird Chorused back to the choirs of winds Coming down from earth's altars, the hills; Long ere the lamb bleated back to the dam Through the void and the waste Of the upland pastures: Love found Me and I found Love! On my breast have I carried the Soul, Have laid him to rest at the end of a day With a dream and a song through the dream! How oft he has risen-- Awaked at my word, Reclothed by my hand! How oft have I let him go free To the toys and the tasks, While he grew in stature and wisdom! Dear is my Son in the strength of his great growing Godhood! A SONG OF THE SON