The Sophic Discourse of Wisdom.

 

The Christic Grail for the Bread of Jesus/Logos,

a Wafer handed down from the Word above.

The Sophic Discourse of Wisdom.

A Psalm Written in Symbolical Blood!

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How to cross+over to the Silver Moon,

extract Salt from earth into a New Skin;

and fill the Red Crescent with Spiritus,

the Grail of Blood for the Sun of Flesh?

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Logos breathes down its fiery Mythos,

the Discourse of the Word inspires us.

We return back up as metallical Ether,

the dragon's Puff for the Tria Prima.

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Dust of Albedo for Salt of PenDragon,

Observer, free from instinctual action;

watery Myst diStills into Rubedo's Wine,

Mater red~shifts into Wisdom's Moon.

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Sophia's Discourse is written in Spirit,

for the fiery Angel at the Gates to taste.

Blood coagulates into Flesh of a Soul,

Flour proves Bread of Dragon's Pearl!

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Behold one Word behind all languages,

a PhiloSophical Stone and Rock of Ages.

I'm Dark and Bright, Thomas Vaughan,

"I Spring from Earth, and from Heaven."

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We are all the children of fallen Sophia,

Mater's Darkness needs the Tria Prima;

four elements into Salt, Mercury, Sulfur,

Grail, Wine and Bread for ever and ever!

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The Wave~function sleeps in Potential,

Love is blind, and so to Earth she falls.

Mind gathers Light, sublimates Chaos,

collapses Sophia into ontological Flesh!

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And so my LORD we have come to this,

my final Psalm is upon your CANVAS;

in the Tongue of Fire I hear your Word,

and write back in my symbolical Blood.

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Alchemical Wedding of Moon and Sun,

the Observer is the Chalice of Marion;

Blood from Luna half~fills my Crescent,

the Discourse of Sophic Immanence!

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Enough said, put down thy Pen and Ink,

one Word has dawned upon the ankh:

"wick-Ra-wick" of HEH, GOD-Self Icon,

the Lamp of Heaven is a burning Sun!

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Conscious Fire is the way back Home,

by forging three eternal Metals of I am.

Salt, Red Mercury and Sulfur of my Soul,

transforming elements in the Crucible.

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It appears that I have now done enough,

my life destroyed by the burning wrath;

back through the Sin~Eater into the Tree:

a Flower, bloomed from my fallen Seed! 

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My Xenomorph looks back at this planet,

where It was nurtured in my lower host;

animal into human into Alien Presence,

alchemical apotheosis into Host of Flesh!

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The Marion Chalice for diStilled Wine,

rises~up and weds the Christic Grail divine;

symbolical Blood digested in Mind.