Alchemy©

Look inside your-self, mirror image reality's shadow
Alchemical acid, comes to man on wings of doubt
Cause the soul to scream, the man to shout
Separate dross from gold, gold of truth

Flesh decay illusion of spirit, picture in sand, transient, rife
Reminders all, truth of death, eternal life

What truly is, is borne of death
Death bitter-sweet to render human flesh, transcend to love itself
No mortal knows the depths from whence did come, come to earth to play the game
The depths of Grace borne of suffering indignities surrender asks
Strangulating anxiety the wings of change present the tasks
To make mere mortals gods of men, when acid's done, knowing then

You're father's Sun and Mother's Moon
Carried in womb of wind, earth the nurse
Earth from Fire subtle from Simple gentle, gentle, ingenious
Ascend from earth to hev'n descend to earth once more
Take the force from both the worlds
Then comes Glory of all creation
And all the darkness finally bids adieu
Comes true sight, sees through stuff of life
True strength of strength conquering all to that of subtle
This, the stuff of worlds composed
Composed, three parts, philosophy so deep that all men sleep
To waken a time when songs must sung.

Alchemy
Copyrite 1999 Darren Beddard