EnFirement

The alchemical Salamander frolicks

in elemental fire, and is not consumed.

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Enfirement.

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The Spirit of Fire is raised,

burns like a desirous flame;

libidinal life of the unconscious

pushes up toward the surface.

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What to do with its heat,

as it intensifies underneath;

appease it by replanting my Seed,

or sublimate it sublime consciously?

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The "true vine" swells divine

its Fruit inside my crazy mind;

how the Holy Whore does call,

Earth with all her tempting veils.

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But the Gnostic Scintilla inside,

also wants to transcend time;

"Seed of the Word" on fire,

turns to Light, my true desire.

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If only I can bear it well,

understand this forge-like hell;

for beneath its mounting flames

my Sol-like Soul asleep gestates.

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Fire is the prelude to Light,

if only I can seal it tight;

until its inherent volatility

shines forth my Star atop the Tree.
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Creature of fire unconsumed,
instinctual animal-Spirit plumed;
rises from my razed thought-scape,
Quetzalcoatl, Egypt's winged Snake.
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My libidinal life-force sublimated,
Spark to Fire to Light created;
flies away transcendent bound,
lighter than air, the true Stone found.

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The Burning Bush of God's I-Am-ness.