Too far I have grown,
I cannot un-see the seen,
Or unknow the now known.
The Heart has been struck down,
Hollowed out by Spirit fire,
Preparation for becoming a vessel,
There is no turning back now.
Pulsating fertile soil Is below,
Take this Soul seed,
Drop into the Dark as far as it will go.
Plant it so deep,
As even you cannot see,
In the electrified fertile soil,
Of New Moon in Aries.
Alchemical fire enriches this soil,
Deep, dark, fertile and moist,
Composting and transforming,
The ick and the muck,
Propagating and purifying old into new,
It must be done in the Dark,
Divine inspiration, generating, initiating,
Do not resist the process or the time in the Dark,
For that which haunts you never leaves or goes away,
It transforms into something useful,
A boon instead of a bane.
Now the time has come to peek into the Light,
Trembling and shaking,
Yet, grounded in the Dark,
It is time to make use of that Divine Spark.
Grow into who you are,
A part of All That Is and cannot be contained,
Aho, you are never too much,
Release the shackles and the chains.
Take your sweet time,
And remember, baby steps,
You already are who you will be,
Learn to see the forest AND the trees.
Make your home in this grove of knowledge,
After time in the Dark well spent,
Reaching into the Heavens and rooted in Sacred Earth,
Divinely, spread your lovely scent.
Rise up among your Sisters and Brothers,
Initiated and grown in this fertile place,
Moving forever forward,
Steeped in Divine Wisdom,
And blessed with Eternal Grace.