Sex Universal

Deeper than flesh and blood,
     Higher than planets and suns, 
     The two-fold element runs,
Which makes our Manhood and our Womanhood.
The zones of life through mortal and divine, 
Are severed by its equatorial line.
Strength in the North and Beauty in the South.
There warm Love blooming with her rosy month,
     Kissed by the austral sun, and here
Cool Reason's sky bent fathomless and clear.
Slow-pulsed Endurance, and the desert snows 
Of frigid Pride, that far beyond oppose, 
Quick Fantasies, and Passion's tropic land, 
With burning deserts of unresting sand;
While all are married in one shining sphere,
By the great law which draws from far and near, 
Related difference into harmony,
Diversal gifts to fruitful unity.

The blindest Power in earth or middle air, 
     Slow-creeping atom or winged element,
Feels round its dim abode for one to share 
     Its procreant bed, a faint recipient 
Of its potential heat, that so may bear 
     New life, new forms, and forces evermore, 
     Whose endless generations soar
Upward forever in being's grand ascent.
     The highest Angel's luminate soul
     Weaves warmth with glory in his aureole.
Knowledge with love, and under his white wings
A chosen seraph sings,
     Folded to his throbbing breast 
     Like a white dove on her nest,
     And God's pure eyes look on, and make them wholly blest.

Through old tradition and the truth that springs
From the eternal harmony of things,
     Higher and ever higher
     We trace the subtile fire,
That sheds upon the genial shrine 
Of marriage love its light divine.
     If God is Father, not in figures dim,
That wrong the thought our filial instinct breathes, 
But in the essential nature that bequeathes 
His very image to our two-fold man, 
So God is Mother, and when earth began 
     In the strong fiat of the Elohim—
"The Gods"—he said not let Me, the Alone.
Make Man to fill earth's solitary throne,
     But “let us fashion him
In our own image;" and Man walked abroad 
Made Male and Female in the image of God!

Passive to dædal life's control,
Clay takes its fashion from the informing soul, 
And Man or Woman, strength or beauty springs 
From overshadowing of the Eternal Wings,
     As the great Mother or Sire
Breathes in it most the new Earths ?? ??
A Soul is never sexless, not above
Where even the worlds revolve in married love
Nor here in flesh commissioned to unfold
Heaven’s future Angels in our earthly mold,
     Nor there beyond, where clay 
     Is cast forever away,
As a worn garment when it waxes old;
     For hushed on God the Mother's breast, 
     From weary work and woe to rest 
Out hearts in all that tenderness will know
Why MOTHER seemed the holiest name below!