What Magick This?
Art by Norman E. Masters

Soul after soul, passing thru the alchemy of time... sad eyes... smiling mouths... heartleap of hope in the wondering silence...

Our lives but a brief season in the eternitudes, abiding here, learning repentance, discovering joy, again -- and some measure of peace amidst the sorrows of an earth in labor to birth the transcendent knowing, undying -- the gnosis of eternity...

Brief recompense upon the wings of fancy, philosophic reveries, nameless longings for the meaning of the Mystery...

Sudden meetings, slow sorceries, brief intercourses with soul after soul, touching-in to some secret joy, some sorrow shared, the pain, bared, the transient hells, the o-so-fleetingly soft touchings, the quest for meaning & sweet deliverance...

Life, itself, transpiercing the very soul of hope, taking us deeper into the heart of mystery, transfiguring the bodies our souls are growing thru the alchemy of time...

Each individual mind is a unit of evolutionary consciousness -- tracing the iff of yet, the yet of if*then, the ever/never*agains thru awe these cycles of the universe...

After years like light the naked spirit transcends this age & this world -- in the dawn divine of the supramental consciousness awakening intelligence into bright lands of the Naked Real, what had hitherto only been glimpsed as shadows of the spiritual ideal.

In the starfields that are the shifting background of eternity, ripening forms return to the Infinite Absolute as the cycles of the universes pass into the everness & all-that-has-been becomes but a phantom of memory left behind to enter the awe of Your Fullness, forevering...