The Alchemist
THE ALCHEMIST (IV)
Silence and words can be both lovers and enemies
but they are always mutually dependent upon one
another; one cannot exist without the other.
It is the poet who is alchemist sending off
his well-weighted words in search of the prize,
the Philosopher’s Stone that will transform them
into the gold to be joyfully received by his beloved,
hyacinths on the breeze, wine for our date,
first light of dawn and the dream ends.
Take comfort from the silence and learn presence
from the words, there is no space between..
Cast your best spell White Feather, to woo the butterfly
to your garden and the sweetest nectar.
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