And, for a thought to be able to work harmonizing, it must be true, loving, just and beautiful.
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La Iniciación Vol. 5, No. 49 - May 1946: Document 10 of 10
Angels Pass By (Poetry) & Complete Issue Summary
Original Poetry by Hérib Campos Cervera
For Lydia and Augusto, in the hour of their Son's transit.
*I will listen in the night to your words
...child, my child...*
— Pablo Neruda
— I —
Over matinal dawns the Angels walk.
Toward what territories of music and laurels
do they carry their immense and transparent peace?
Near what latitudes of pierced vigil
do they go with the intact spikenard of their history?
In mirrors anew they look at themselves and in perpetual
repose, they remember us.
But they never sleep:
they scratch our blood full of bitter dregs;
they rise through our sweet springtimes of dream,
and in our somnambulistic and frozen lime,
they sob.
And one day they are, again,
with their sad blindness of roots,
pressing upon the path of wounds.
— II —
The Angels are ours; they are our broken wings;
they are the anchors sleeping on roofs of rust,
in the painful root of the earth.
It is our voice of mist and distance;
—that one we could not use in the instant
of choosing the seafaring path.
The eyes of the Angels do not sleep;
they are in our briny orbits,
seeking the necessary reverse of light.
And their lips submissively choose
the words that name the dwelling of dream.
The hands are jasmines sealed with silence
beside a cross of snow, eternal and pure.
— III —
The Angels always navigate...
A necessary happening calls them
toward secure islands of memory and nostalgia.
Ardent Compass Roses grow
over the chest freed from early marbles,
and a remote music of compasses
traces transparent itineraries for them
toward doleful courses of desolated moons.
They are among archipelagos of shadows,
reigning over empires of glacial contours.
They cross the absorbed dimension of air,
and the numerous dawn that carries them
is illuminated with blue birds.
The Angels without face and without memory
navigate through the nocturnal channels of blood.
A blue sky, invincible and clear,
guards their peace of dreams without frontiers.
Hérib CAMPOS CERVERA
Asunción, March 15, 1946
COMPLETE ISSUE SYNTHESIS
THE CONVERGENCE OF TRADITIONS
This May 1946 issue of La Iniciación represents a remarkable synthesis of practical spirituality, devotional consciousness, and technical esoteric knowledge that characterizes the journal at its most mature phase. The comprehensive treatment of prayer as both spiritual discipline and cosmic force demonstrates the sophisticated understanding of devotional practice that the Montevideo group had achieved.