THE INVISIBLE KINGDOM Silently fading into the horizon... My footfalls recede into the sun, Leaving their pristine prints indelibly etched In these sands of gold, never to fade away Like momentary snowflakes melting in the naïve left palm. After treading the sanctifying golden sands, My royal feet now rest upon the holy turquoise jewel In the centre of the white lotus growing From the back of the red lion that swallows the sun. My right hand clasps the diamond sceptre of contemplation Wedding the inferior habitations of fixed intentions With the superior dwellings of volatile inspirations. In my left hand rests the golden orb of First Whirling Having neither the shadow of beginning nor death of end. The winged sun descends upon my brow Crowning me with all wisdom lost aeons ago, Forgotten in the dark misty annals of Absolute Night. A feather is plucked off the ascended eagle By the fiery hand of Sulphur who cooks her To redness in a cauldron of boiling Salt Water. The skilful hands of glorious Mercury Turn the red feather of the eagle Into the white feather of the double-headed phoenix. He strikes me three times on the forehead with her: I awaken anew from the radiant dark crucible of re-birth Soaring into the yellow skies on the back Of the radiant dragon with mirror scales. The dark malicious serpent of iron That forever silently stalks me Swallows her poisonous tail and slays herself. From her broken form drips Milk of Victory Which I gather in a bowl of cut crystal And churn into butter of Love I offer to the wayfarer. Open your right palm and receive this offering of Love Which become diamond seeds of the sun to the single-eyed. Cast them at the crowned mound Where the golden swan swims in the Water of Life Between a palm tree and pomegranate tree And there will your habitations sprout Within the rainbow’s breath. After tarring for eighty-four months Under the rainbow’s dominion, We receive our wages from the skin of the slain serpent Whose scales have become Thrice refined gold of utmost sublime purity. We fashion millions of coins From this inexhaustible supply of gold, But the indigo robed white bearded ancient Holding hourglass and scythe warns us To spend our coins wisely lest they become iron again. With this glorious inheritance, We purchase a cubic vessel for our exploits. Come dawn, we raise the sails of our vessel And set sail on the tides of the Dark Sea In search of the White Rock upon which stands The Eternal City of gold where the sun never sets. But we were unable to behold this rock until we drew our swords And slew that which is but is not within us. Then the Immaculate Queen wed the Ruby King In a flash of lightning that shook the Earth to her foundations And completely destroyed the landscape until... Behold! We now see the Invisible Kingdom upon the White Stone!
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 20:00:03 +0000
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