The Alchemist
As a child she watched the sky
and saw the dreams of wind.
She listens now to the trees.
While reading the sea
She heard the songs of
waves gathering there.
She is enamored by
the dance that fire makes
returning light from ash.
She lay on the ground
and embraced the deep
longing ache to become.
She is imminence, she
made this place under
Moon and under Sun.
Bracing, she is
ready for the anguishes,
the blood and the Holy transfiguration!
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