DREAMING AWAKE!

Old alchemical Trefoil image.

Tria Prima of Salt, Red Mercury, Sulfur.

(The Pineal Gland of sleep and dreaming). 

My interpretation: a Seed of the Burning Bush,

flowers forth from the alchemical Wedding of

opposites, into a New Vessel, Blood and Flesh;

to birth their divine Child, in the image below.

Alchemically DREAMING AWAKE!

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I bow my head from sky of thoughts,

into my Observer below the instincts;

in GrOunD of Salt beneath emotions,

under earth, water and airy elements.

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At the Altar of fire I come to die,

to be resurrected on the otherside;

mental matter I refuse to engage,

instead I relax into the Rock of Ages.

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There's a Black Hole in each of us:

a spinning Vortex, Hades' entrance;

my deathwish volition exerting force,

dematerialization of consciousness!

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This is the Dark Core of who I AM,

Salt of the earth refines a New Mind;

in darkest Depths of the Underworld,

Mater, Barbelo and Sophia's GrOunD.

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A Grail is forged to receive her Blood,

water turning to New Wine, diStilled;

I AMness in Oceanic enLovenment,

Observer with Blood of resurrection.

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Mind and Spirit born of Barbelo dark,

slowly, surely, I'm Dreaming Awake!

Deep in her GrOunD, mining for Gold,

I AM the Light and Flesh of my Soul.

~*~

 

Homunculus, the divine Child holding a Grail, 

bathing in alchemical Wine of Quintessence, 

in the vacuum of the sealed and Trefoil Mind.

The Ravens of Nigredo tend to the secret fire

of Calcination, DiStillation and Solarization of

ConscioUsness.  (picture source unknown).

Part 2:

FLOWER OF NARCISSUS AFLAME.

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Entranced in the Mirror like Narcissus,

devoured into my own egocidal bliss;

burning white in this abyss of nowness,

denying the world, loving Selfishness.

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The Fire destroys outward projection,

gazing instead into the Mirror Mind;

much like the practice of meditation:

focused inwards on WHO is reflecting?

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At first it seems like no One is here.

Yet WHO is looking does not disappear!

The Observer falls into enLovenment,

drunk on ItSelf in the Pool of Spirit.

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For Wine is a Libation for the Sun,

Light that shines inside like a Stone;

Soul at the centre of deep reflection,

I AM, gazes back at WHO is looking!

~*~