The Alchemy of Babalon
At the entrance of the crypt i hesitate
a liminal portal to a long forgotten life
embedded within dark solid walls of an empty cavern
a fruitless pilgrimage i sense down into the belly
my indifference for a discovery of no thing.
The muse who first cast the light
to illuminate this dark space
she weaves to me tales of ancient inscriptions
elaborate paintings which adorn the walls
to reawaken as eyes witness and lips whisper
and breathe it back to life.
This explorer begins to doubt the initiation
inanimate within those etchings of ancient graffiti
anger bubbles at my core like molten lava
no ice cold tears could cool the flow
fire and flint stone lit a spark.
Under the veil of darkness suddenly visible
from that chemical reaction alchemy took shape
eyes adjusted as dark shadows shape shifted
and what was revealed within this magnificent architecture
radiance glistened within each sensual curve.
Each pillar uniquely carved to form a majestic sacred temple
deep within the womb of her are primordial mysteries
riches intricately woven into magik of the goddesses
written here in ancient blood
the sacred chalice glows bright upon the altar
a symbol of the creative power of woman.
White Raven 11:11:2019 a shamanic pilgrimage into the womb of ancestors .
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