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.