Blind Horus
Mother Medusa of the solar wind
Lion paw and lambent thigh
Love-lightning playing in your hair
Has blinded me, and I am thine.
Mother Medusa, lion cubs
Come tumbling through your amber dream.
I hear your purr with throat of iron
And your growl in the slap of thunder.
(2/19/1972 e.v.)
Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, July 1990