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Stirring The Cauldron
The phases of the rotating galaxy the seer of the wind child
You will hear my soft whispers to your nebula manifestations to the ear canal so loud
When the clock strikes twelve
The abyss of minions scales the ladder of hell
Searching on earth for that forceful guiding light
Obscured by the cloak of the moon the guardian upon the night
Witches rise, inoculate your wind movements where you stand
Fire, Water, Air, in your sacred imbues, twist to your will as you earthly demand
Within the ritual circle you step, the salt found in deflecting, receiving
To resist the demons and scorn the heathens
Inhale the life forces to curse the roots of each single hair strand
The evolution of the fifth power within the circle, the spear of the sorceress rules the hand
One finger in Hades, the other reaped in the soil upon the land
Close your eyes feel the energy swarming in the midst
Give it force, give it life, as my calabash swings to possess the power of its true spiritual gifts
A knife to the palm, I turn over, to the Holy Grail it festers, come, drink of my immortality drips
Fall in ethereal as my fog to you sail on a cosmic drift
To the South winds, I hear the lightning, I command to bend, render minds to the gates of Heaven love messages earth send
To the winds of the East, roar the jackal as the sacrificial feast
To the hollowing winds of the North, I feel you calling out from the graves of the lost
To the course of the West winds, make zombies harken unto my calling uplift the lifeless at all cost
Infuse my strength as the open portal of minds center on the alliance in this moment, in this time as one
Unto the elements we walk in our nakedness of truth, astral traveling to and fro until the rise of the Sun
No path to the center to confess, channel, conduce of my core
Mirrors casted before my time fourscore
Silly spells, worthless tricks
I attune the inquires, taste the indifference in quiet tears to understand the essence of the tribunal cometh with risks
To believe in the comforts of dark
Phenomena eyes will never come to perceive as empty souls lark
Serendipity craft speaks of tongues in silence
The casting in the seductive wonders once the circle has commenced
Paragons of evolution stirring the cauldron from whence
You will hear my soft whispers to your nebula manifestations to the ear canal so loud
When the clock strikes twelve
The abyss of minions scales the ladder of hell
Searching on earth for that forceful guiding light
Obscured by the cloak of the moon the guardian upon the night
Witches rise, inoculate your wind movements where you stand
Fire, Water, Air, in your sacred imbues, twist to your will as you earthly demand
Within the ritual circle you step, the salt found in deflecting, receiving
To resist the demons and scorn the heathens
Inhale the life forces to curse the roots of each single hair strand
The evolution of the fifth power within the circle, the spear of the sorceress rules the hand
One finger in Hades, the other reaped in the soil upon the land
Close your eyes feel the energy swarming in the midst
Give it force, give it life, as my calabash swings to possess the power of its true spiritual gifts
A knife to the palm, I turn over, to the Holy Grail it festers, come, drink of my immortality drips
Fall in ethereal as my fog to you sail on a cosmic drift
To the South winds, I hear the lightning, I command to bend, render minds to the gates of Heaven love messages earth send
To the winds of the East, roar the jackal as the sacrificial feast
To the hollowing winds of the North, I feel you calling out from the graves of the lost
To the course of the West winds, make zombies harken unto my calling uplift the lifeless at all cost
Infuse my strength as the open portal of minds center on the alliance in this moment, in this time as one
Unto the elements we walk in our nakedness of truth, astral traveling to and fro until the rise of the Sun
No path to the center to confess, channel, conduce of my core
Mirrors casted before my time fourscore
Silly spells, worthless tricks
I attune the inquires, taste the indifference in quiet tears to understand the essence of the tribunal cometh with risks
To believe in the comforts of dark
Phenomena eyes will never come to perceive as empty souls lark
Serendipity craft speaks of tongues in silence
The casting in the seductive wonders once the circle has commenced
Paragons of evolution stirring the cauldron from whence
Published 30th Apr 2022
Author's Note
Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch's brew.
Anthony Hecht
Anthony Hecht
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30th Apr 2022 4:06am
30th Apr 2022 2:24pm
In the midst of my Haitian incantation spoken in my old folklore non-dialect. I am the wind. This riveting piece is usually spoken in Creole, but you would never understand the initiating properties of its soul allurement. This is a simplistic version channeling the sacred scrolls for which I inscribe onto in English
Thank you for taking time to read and then commenting, my handsome poet
Enjoy this day and the remainder of your weekend
Thank you for taking time to read and then commenting, my handsome poet
Enjoy this day and the remainder of your weekend
1st May 2022 2:39am
30th Apr 2022 5:50am
Intriguing in the battles. At first I was sensing the immortal vs the mortal. Second read there seems to be a connection and maybe a battle of good vs. evil. “The Holy Grail” leads me to that speculation.
30th Apr 2022 2:20pm
In my culture, my ancestral religion, I was taught to take into consideration, there is no such thing of good versus evil, my King, it is inner emotions we battle by our own state of mind in a sense of free will
This incantation was rendered in the alliance of bringing into the existence obscured cosmic energy rendered by the natural elements of time in the most rewarding manner
Life is found on the energy of life and rebirth once you conduit its forces, by meditation of other ancient practiced ways it can be a very effective in the rendering
Thank you sincerely for taking the time to read this incantation and then the insightful comment following, worth intellectually pondering.
Just remember, you are your own direction as you travel in the likeness of your path, in reference to the earth's persona, make each step count
This incantation was rendered in the alliance of bringing into the existence obscured cosmic energy rendered by the natural elements of time in the most rewarding manner
Life is found on the energy of life and rebirth once you conduit its forces, by meditation of other ancient practiced ways it can be a very effective in the rendering
Thank you sincerely for taking the time to read this incantation and then the insightful comment following, worth intellectually pondering.
Just remember, you are your own direction as you travel in the likeness of your path, in reference to the earth's persona, make each step count
30th Apr 2022 4:09pm
Ah then the inclusion of the Holy Grail has different symbolism from Mallory.
30th Apr 2022 4:23pm
'A knife to the palm, I turn over, to the Holy Grail it festers, come, drink of my immortality drips'
That sacred motif is symbolic as in, the sacrifice of what one professes from the heart, mind, and to give enlighten to the soul, henceforth, unto the cup of anointing the actions for what one seeks...
FYI
A "grail", wondrous but not explicitly holy, first appears in Perceval, le Conte du Graa
In the late 12th century, Robert de Boron wrote in Joseph d'Arimathie that the Grail was Jesus's vessel from the Last Supper, which Joseph of Arimathea used to catch Christ's blood at the crucifixion. Thereafter, the Holy Grail became interwoven with the legend of the Holy Chalice (Wikipedia)
That sacred motif is symbolic as in, the sacrifice of what one professes from the heart, mind, and to give enlighten to the soul, henceforth, unto the cup of anointing the actions for what one seeks...
FYI
A "grail", wondrous but not explicitly holy, first appears in Perceval, le Conte du Graa
In the late 12th century, Robert de Boron wrote in Joseph d'Arimathie that the Grail was Jesus's vessel from the Last Supper, which Joseph of Arimathea used to catch Christ's blood at the crucifixion. Thereafter, the Holy Grail became interwoven with the legend of the Holy Chalice (Wikipedia)
30th Apr 2022 4:47pm
Mallory’s adaptation including the many adventures of the Knights of the Round table includes choices that have consequences on who is worthy of seeing the Holy Grail. Lancelot’s indiscretions with Guinevere preclude him from a full vision. Galahad, Lancelot’s son with Elaine of Corbenic, sees the Grail fully.
30th Apr 2022 5:16pm
Yes, that may be true, however the Holy Grail and all its surrounding ideology is based upon the concept of incorporating a spiritual realm
However, it was utilized during the Last Super it was used by Jesus and in other biblical occurrences, and if my memory serves me correctly the cup was made out of clay
In Medieval times and within several sectors the Holy Grail is used to seek, to ward of warring, but under no circumstances does it implement boding in just one aspect.
My Holy Grail is my conscious what I put into and what I allow to pour out is just as importance in allowing some to sip from my cup of intellectual offering in a matter of speaking, and in our case, mentally conversing
However, it was utilized during the Last Super it was used by Jesus and in other biblical occurrences, and if my memory serves me correctly the cup was made out of clay
In Medieval times and within several sectors the Holy Grail is used to seek, to ward of warring, but under no circumstances does it implement boding in just one aspect.
My Holy Grail is my conscious what I put into and what I allow to pour out is just as importance in allowing some to sip from my cup of intellectual offering in a matter of speaking, and in our case, mentally conversing
30th Apr 2022 3:42pm
as the winds blow caring my thoughts to your mind of passion and feed the sole of life
30th Apr 2022 4:39pm
That is such an enthralling analogy my friend, and yes, the elements of mother natural advise us about our presence of now and the past; it is always in my creed to pray under the sun and meditate unto the moon
The winds and stones can tell the age of the world from the fossils to the Great Ice Age to meteors showers that rotate around our solar system until earth impact
Therefore, when you emerge those concepts together in a state of elevated mediation, you can pretty much see and feel beyond what the mind cannot fully grasp.
Thank you, with all sincerely for reading and to have inscribed upon my canvas true notes of wisdom
I will bid you a relaxing day as you finish enjoying the spoils of your weekend
The winds and stones can tell the age of the world from the fossils to the Great Ice Age to meteors showers that rotate around our solar system until earth impact
Therefore, when you emerge those concepts together in a state of elevated mediation, you can pretty much see and feel beyond what the mind cannot fully grasp.
Thank you, with all sincerely for reading and to have inscribed upon my canvas true notes of wisdom
I will bid you a relaxing day as you finish enjoying the spoils of your weekend
30th Apr 2022 7:21pm
30th Apr 2022 5:55pm
(I love the picture!)
Whatever feeds you, you turn it into nourishment. The spectrum that you can pull from is immense. You write epics.
Whatever feeds you, you turn it into nourishment. The spectrum that you can pull from is immense. You write epics.
30th Apr 2022 7:09pm
You always tend to wrap your encouraging words around the moment of my quiet ambience, and the timing is always a treasured feeling, thank you, my poet, truly, in addition, that gratitude extends to such a worthy comment, you have taken the time to ponder before gracing my canvas and allowing it to spill forth
In the nature of that beautiful dose of reality from you bestowed upon me... I do hope you are enjoying your early afternoon, and may a humbling Saturday keep your spirits thriving throughout, and have a fantastic Sunday on the horizon
In the nature of that beautiful dose of reality from you bestowed upon me... I do hope you are enjoying your early afternoon, and may a humbling Saturday keep your spirits thriving throughout, and have a fantastic Sunday on the horizon
30th Apr 2022 7:17pm
Well in all truthfulness , if someone actually could conjure a mythical being from a fire, it'd be you. Whether it be man or beast, good or bad, would be your real effort. The conjuring itself, you'd not even need to breathe heavy.
30th Apr 2022 7:22pm
Ahh... a poet after the rose petals of my soft heart... and I bow to you in much respect for that... thank you
