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Following our publication of ‘ How to understand symbols’, we continue our selection of Fernando Pessoa’s esoteric works, with this poem dedicated to Christian Rosenkreutz, the mythical father figure founder of the Order of the Rose+Cross. The content and its flavor is very close to the Cosmic Movement ‘s understanding of the universe. It is very likely that both the ‘Cosmics’ and Pessoa were connected to the same underground stream-source.
‘ We haven’t glanced yet to the body of our Father, the noble, the wise. To this end, we moved aside the altar. Then we lifted up a solid slab of yellow metal, and there in his beauty a corpse unique, intact, unaltered…’, …’he was holding with his hand a small parchment book, with golden letters, named T., book which is, after the Bible, our most precious treasure, and that we must never carelessly subject to the censorship of the world.’
Fama Fraternitatis Roseae Crucis
When awoken from this slumber, life,
We will learn what we are,
And what was this fall towards the body,
This descent towards the Night that encumbers the Soul,
Will we then know all the hidden truth,
The one of all that is and flows?
No; even in the free Soul it remains unknown…
And God, who created us, in him doesn’t retain it.
God is the man of a greater God:
Superior Adam, He also knew the Fall;
And also Him, as He was our creator,
He was created, for Him too Truth died…
From above, His Spirit, the Abyss, is hiding it from Him.
Here below, it is not in His Body, our World.
But before was the Word, lost here
When the Infinite Light, now extinguished,
From the Chaos, ground of the Being, was then uplifted
In Shadow, and that the Word was darkened.
But if the Soul feels clearly that its shape is wrong,
In it self-this shadow-it finally sees
The Word shine, humane and sacred, from this World,
Rose of perfection, in God crucified.
Then, Lords of the threshold that opens towards Heaven,
We can then go and seek beyond God
Both the Secret of the Master and the Essential Good.
Awaken from here below and, already, from our selves,
In the actual blood of emancipated Christs
From this to-God that dies the genesis of the World.
But Alas ! Down here, unreal, wrong,
We slumber what we are, and the truth
That finally gives itself to be glanced only in dreams,
We see it, as it is in dream, in falsehood.
Shadows in craving for bodies, if the quest finds its term,
How to feel from these bodies the reality?
Because, with shadow hands, shadow, what do we grasp?
Our touch is nothing more than absence and vacuity.
Who will deliver us from this closed Soul?
Without seeing, we listen beyond the room
Of the being: But how, here, open the door?
Calm in the apparent death lying in front of us,
On his bosom lies the Hermetic Book,
Our Father Rosenkreutz knows and is silent.
Translated into English from the French edition translation
Of ‘ Fernando Pessoa, ‘Poemes Esoteriques’, ‘Message’, ‘le Marin’.
Christian Bourgois. Paris. 1988.
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