Cauldron stirred on whispering fire,
circled whirling through the ages,
slosh of universe in bubbled broth;
life slow-brewed in steady stages.
Turning of the stick in endless time,
through the steaming surge of being,
seasoned with the salts of reason;
so does all emerge in pure revealing.
This is alchemy and ancient steaming,
gathered in creation's boiling pot,
material is mixed in roiling dreaming;
so becomes what is, from what was not.
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There are some brilliant alliterations in this poem. Well done on a wonderful write!
ReplyDeleteI was hoping someone would run with using cooking terms. You stirred up a very mythic, mysterious feeling piece. Enjoyed it very much.
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