“Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem”
Sacred dagger
trembling hand
cut a hole right in
the center of me
steady breath
clear mind
pointed like
the blade
draw a line
through space
through time
removing
these false truths
nestled
inside.
Reluctant hand
pries from Ego's grasp
what it so
desperately
clings to
in the name of
Protection.
Tears fall
like veils
revealing
a softer
more vulnerable
truth.
Gaping wound
transcends to joy...
never forgetting
the blade's path
nor the sharpness
of it's point.
Kiss the wind
breathe it in
alchemy,
transformation.
