Transform Sets…

Burning in the crucible…sacred herbs…

Again the beckoning from the darkened glass
Again the refusal from the goddess lash
the Waiting, bound to life
Tasks undone, compelled strife
And yet the Call

The vibratory chants set to flight
Maelstrom mirror, prism’d light
the Lash bites deep
Grant another reap
Soft still the Call

Drops in the retort…mercurial salts…

Rays of Mithras cross mine brow
Promising peace, sacred vows
Divine incenses, the steaming dew
Rising heavenwise, the day anew

Tranquility of thought, furrow the earth
Fertile mother, witness the birth
Bringer of light, rise with the dew
Myriad of mind, the spirit flew