15/05/2026
May love become a golden sun
whose radiance never rests,
flowing through worlds unseen,
softly blessing, softly feeding…
whose fire does not devour
but turns all longing into freedom…
whose freedom does not vanish
but dances through the open soul.
True light casts shadows.
And I shall not exile them.
I descend willingly
guided by the Hermit‘s lantern
into the hidden chambers,
into the roots beneath the temple,
deeper and deeper,
and deeper,
and deeper,
into the unknown,
into the black waters
beneath the wormwood star.
There I face the fractured selves,
the trembling ghosts of desire,
the infinite fractals of my soul,
the abandoned serpents
swirling around my heart.
Golden love is born
when spirit and shadow
cease their ancient war.
Sand running through the hourglass.
Compression and expansion.
Grain by grain,
by grain,
by grain…
Am I insane?
Solve et coagula!
I open my heart
to love and light,
to the sacred union,
to the infinite game
of water and flame,
of dancing stars,
of Venus and Mars.
And from this union
may the inner sun arise.
Love is the law…
I collect my mixture
of spinning thoughts,
and I begin to pull them
down to earth -
down to earth -
down to earth!
I think.
I am.
I know.
I love.
I speak.
Oh, how I speak myself
into existence!
📷 by .embodiedlens
