Most Illustrious Brother in the Conclave Luminis Interioris, I take up the pen to tell you that gnosis does not descend like thunder but like dew that makes all clear; that in recollection the chamber of understanding opens and the hidden lamp is lifted, and its flame is twofold, bright light that shows the contour of things and dark light that preserves the secret in the bosom of silence; and when the spirit wavers in the corridors of doubt I turn to the ardent heart, a humble crucible wherein knowledge becomes fervor and fervor becomes clarity, and there, to the measure of a mindful breath, knowledge is tempered like a sword that does not wound but separates the true from the vain; I beseech you then that in every vigil you keep the vessel of the breast prepared for the visitation of that inner light which guides without clamor and confirms without display, for only the one who accepts the shadow knows how to receive the radiance and only the one who keeps the radiance learns to bless the shadow.
- A mouth that gathers the night, a thousand kisses before goodbye
- Shadowman
- The constellated wall, imagery of light and paradox
- Shadowman, canto II — the dawn that was denied to me
- Shadowman, canto III — the key in the mouth of the night
- What we said keeps chasing us
- Aurora’s Uncanny Images
- May God strike down whoever writes about me
- Our part of the night
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