The Kingfisher of the Gnosis.
Wide awake in a dream, I witnessed,
The Fisher of Kings, swift awing,
Flitting from fiery sky to stream,
Fast as arrows of forked lightning,
Flashing forth from cloud to earth,
Piercing the meniscus of mystery,
Of the rushing river of wet souls,
Entering with a splash and sigh of bliss,
Into its cool and sacred waters,
Then rising forth upon rainbow wings,
Carrying little fishes as its catch,
Into the light and glory of the Pleroma.
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