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An Aye for an Eye?…

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“Sure, ’tis a terrible thing to choose one or t’other.”

The Aurally Man

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Alchemy as process has a number of stages.

And nobody seems able to agree on how many!

This might not though be a disagreement of number but of measure.

An hour possesses sixty minutes and three-thousand-six-hundred seconds, after all.

If we make our focus three, we get…

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A point worth considering: all the triangles are of equal size.

Individually this seems obvious but, perhaps, not quite so, relatively.

A shortcoming alluded to in the phrase, ‘vagaries of the human eye’.

Which is another point worth considering.

The human eye follows lines like a moth to flame.

This is one of the reasons why the ‘Blessed Head of Joshua’ is eyeless.

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A Wild Mother…

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Mother-Wild has not only the experience

of her forebears and the accepted rules

of the clan to guide her,

she seeks to learn also from

ants, bees, spiders and badgers.

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She studies the family life of the birds.

To her and her child the birds are real people,

who live close to the mysterium.

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The murmuring trees breathe its presence.

The falling waters chant its praise.

– Ohiyesa

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Obelisk: Alchemical Gold…

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As soon as one posits one-self

‘Natura Superior’…

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One is

immediately confronted with earth as dirt,

and the need to flee this filthy spectre

becomes paramount…

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Yet it may be that

the outer ring of stars in space

is nothing more than a reflected inner.

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Roses, after all, thrive on dung.

The Gift…

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It is possible to box almost anything.

Thoughts…

Ideas…

Emotions…

In this way a whole life may be compartmentalised into secure, bounded segments of much more manageable proportions.

Bite sized pieces.

Or even, ‘shots’.

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As everybody knows it is even possible to box one’s ears, so that only those things which compute are actually heard.

This is the way Spirit dies.

Blinkers, are boxes for the eyes…

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In fact, about the only thing which it is not

possible to put into a box…

Is light.

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This is strange…

But only because light,

is really the gift of a turning-year.

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La Chapelle Verte…

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All stands hidden

Out-of-sight

At the heart of the cavernous world.

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All lies sequestered

Black but comely

In the cavernous heart of man.

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The unseen green within grey rock

Wielder of Psyche’s Axe

Looser of her Emotional Block.

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Our animal soul crowns the summit

Inanimate intimacies call

‘Drink deep – Drink deep’…

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Don’t merely dip a doltish finger-tip

Like felt for freely-gifted gold

or spawn of devil’s bloodied-blot.

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Not sentiment nor sediment

Can satisfy

Such cavernous yawning.

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Drink deep of Night

And wake

To Day’s Dawning.

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All lies hidden

Out-of-sight

At the heart of a cavernous world.

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