Neo-Bicameral PenDragon.

Pregnant fire remembers Light!

My Neo-Bicameral PenDragon.

~

Stoking the fire of my inner dragon,

regresses my ego back to the Bone;

cleanses time wound-up into a mind,

to Behold my neo-bicameral Child!

~

Salt of my earthen id now extracted,

understanding the instincts enacted;

by taming my creature of creativity,

and learning its tongue of mythology.

~

My tongue forges a Tongue of Silence,

no longer reacts, tamed observance;

flame becomes Ether inside my Head,

the Stuff of Dreaming in fire's stead.

~

It has devoured my emotional ideas,

water into Wine, suffocating my air!

Death and Resurrection's magic rite,

the instinct of PenDragon's dialect.

~

Wings of fire take me to the Moon,

to plant my Seed and Watch it Bloom!

Myst into Blood and Flour into Flesh,

photosynthesizing Light of LOGOS.

~

It begins with the CANVAS of GOD,

MATER falls into material ground.

Light of one WORD cannot be seen,

 until we undergo dematerialization!

~*~

My inner Sanctum for Meditation.

Through the Burning Bush and out

the other-side of the Black Whole.