Wednesday, July 16, 2014


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.


  1. There are some brilliant alliterations in this poem. Well done on a wonderful write!

  2. I was hoping someone would run with using cooking terms. You stirred up a very mythic, mysterious feeling piece. Enjoyed it very much.