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Man Feb 9
He stands upon a stalk of grain,
Rested atop a leaf,
Balanced on the branch of a tree,
Nestled on the back of an amphibian
Four who salute longevity.

She comes as a breeze,
Graceful & gently.
As like spring blossoms
She extends an offering,
Ripe & sweet
Is the fruit of her peach.

Those given to fanfare of the stork;
Who hold nature, like the cosmos, sacred
And celebrate its different changes & forms.
The way sometimes seemingly co-opted never suffers blockade.
Calcinatio Jan 14
Burn the dross with
steady heat.
Constant regulation
under furnace's feet.
Not too hot,
not too cold.
Steadily discover
the Goldilocks zone.

There's a blackening,
then the white-
before red comes
into play.
And there we find
the malleability
we seek for
every day.
If you look into the trends for what colors arise first in languages you'll see that it's believed that it goes: black then white, or black and white and then red.
This could be seen as the progression from black and white thinking into a breach of gradient, or color. Or from the black and white state of ignorance to the more hued life of the learned..
At the same time there's the symbology of the cyclical purification of the alchemical process and it's color associations of black white and red.
When you heat a piece of metal over a fire the first color is black because of the burning carbon, and then white from the ash, and then red as the molecules are at a very rapid state. This is when the material can be pounded or bent or finely worked to a desired form.
I find this metaphor deeply impactful and palpable and I often return to it in my work.
Matthew Bright Nov 2024
May there be a secret portal ,
old heartbeat of the earth ,
Dreamt Cupid stolen in his
sleep ,
by Darkness unobserved .

Coincidentia
oppositorum ,
Storm Angel and Wild Beast ,
Union of the Devouring Snake
and Lovers of the Chemical Feast .

When time has come full circle
and the tempest calls to
fly ,
we will meet in golden sunset ,
where our hearts are three ,
six , nine .
Matthew Bright Nov 2024
Eternity shivered ,
trembling at heaven's
radiant golden portal .

Countless crystalline
moments of time
dance , vibrate ecstatic .

Physical objects ,
now less distinct ,
fade to grey simulation .

Gloriously only a
shining path remains ,
Surrender, Devotion and
Pneuma .
Matthew Bright Nov 2024
At night we  love
the same cold stars ,
cross mind of God
His dream visage .

Though yet to tread
the sacred path ,
the future waits
the hand of Mars .

While every day
is a whole universe ,
Promise and the Owl ,
life , death and rebirth .

The Emperor readies
his justice at hand ,
Reindeer and Lizard
and spirits command .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
On Falcon's holy mountain ,
Thoth sunset burning compass .
The wind is full of secrets
and ancestors fly through the sky .

Not the place for vagrant thought
or dangerous contemplation ,
the valley mists with
holograms ,
while archetypes with hieroglyph converse .

Nothing is evermore or known
but a gentle shower of light
and the beauty of all numbers
as Time unveils the Night .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Forty-seven , silver moon eclipse ,
Fifty , tin , Jupiter announced
and seventy-nine golden dragons
of Beauty , Sound and Light .

The Logos dreams , and at
the farthest reaches of the universe ,
faint echoes of the first thought
shimmer and dance across the galaxies .

While in hallowed deep seclusion ,
the Magician divines his way ,
Valley of the Shadow of Self ,
transform base metal into
gold .
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