Monday, April 13, 2015

THE RED KING AND HIS WHITE QUEEN

THE RED KING
AND HIS WHITE QUEEN 

Shrouded in an obsidian mood,
he hears a nigredo whisper
coaxing him to step free from shackles
that cloak his leaden heart,
flickering light about to ignite
but for a sable chill
that penetrates the darkest recesses of his gloom
snuffing out the last flush of the waning moon

At that moment, the White Queen enteres the room


She commands the night, with brimstone fires
her volatile spirit clings to his mercurial cries,
a glimmer in the darkness begins to transpire
restoring lost hope

Despite pure glowing albedo skin
her aroma was enough to choke the last detectable remnants
of stubborn will into submission

Quicksilver awakenings
spark long forgotten alchemies
buried deep within unconsciousness
Raven dances with swan
upon diamond ponds
of deep durability
She is the blue flame
that guides him through a vast astral spectrum
buried deep within his ebon
He learns to use inner vision
while riding upon  iridescent rainbows
to be reborn from citrinitas fire

...a rebirth enshrouded in battle weary blood



After emerging from his self-imposed exile
the red king reclaims his rightful place
beside his White Queen
His heart outstretched with a rubedo rose
...the final symbol of their unbreakable bond

They will be forever entwined in etheric union
a permanence that can not be repealed
birthing in immaculate conception
their aurulent love child

http://alchemylab.com/AJ6-1.htm


(c) Teresa/Divinia
14th April 2014

bottom picture credit
Conjunctio
Oil on Canvas
(click on picture to go to link)

The song and clip has meaning, and to get deeper insight
to this, you can read about the Birds of Alchemy,
notably the peacock,
"With the Peacock stage, the alchemist has entered into the inner experience of the astral world, which initially appears as ever shifting patterns of colour. This experience is often symbolised in alchemy by the appropriate image of the peacock's tail with its splendid iridescence of colour"
enjoy!!!



Tuesday, March 3, 2015

AUGUR


AUGUR

Who could possibly have been able to augur
that the face I once saw 
in my dream
(the one of indeterminable ethnicity)
piercing me, smiling at me
was a sign in the midst of deep quandary?

So young, distracted
standing at the edge of uncertainty
what I saw in my vision
would never cease to haunt me.

Effulgent eyes that galvanized me
from a deep sleep all those years ago
It was a familiarity
that belied my senses
...and yet 
I sit here today at the edge of the world
wondering to myself…
how could that picture of you
stir me to the point
of overwhelming tears?

In the midst of re-living my Deja vu
an epiphany befalls me – I now see so clearly
you are the thaumaturge sent to bequeath me
about the true nature of predestination
You have taught me to hold trust tight
...and much like jagged stones being washed into sand
the things worth waiting for in life take time

Youthful imprudence matures into a serene acceptance

…I now know for certain that
dreams and eyes don’t lie


© Teresa/Divinia 3rd March 2015

This is the cave at the edge of Australia 
that my wandering spirit took me to yesterday 
It is where I sat to capture my thoughts
inspired the day before by a photo 
I saw of someone very dear to me, 
and to whom I dedicate this.


   photos taken by me
(c) tp2015






Wednesday, January 28, 2015

NOCTURNAL MISSIONS


NOCTURNAL MISSIONS


It was a love that very few would ever comprehend…

Their deadly secret, confined to realms of darkness
too morbid for mortal eyes, 
They strike an unholy fear
into the consciousness of finite minds

So fragile... 

hopeful,

yet full of despair

we cling to the notion that there is some kind of reprieve after life…

The millennia of sunsets they have awaited with anticipation
for it is only then that they are truly free


There is never any need to hurry
or try to explain
for they have forever 
to savour each other

night after night after night 

They speak in languages that long ago ceased to exist
as tactile transmissions of thought travel silently

over continents
and centuries…

Untempered passion courses through their veins
as lifetimes of memory skirr into one libidinous night
a pure ecstatic energy
no magic carpet needed for this flight

With their finger on the pulse of eternity
they drink the elixir of life
coveted from those with pure heart

…euthanized

their victims travel 

exulted

into the light

(c) Divinia Nightfire 29th Jan 2015