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.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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