November 14, 2010

Let there be lights in the dome of the sky to separate day from night Let them mark the fixed times; the days and years, and serve as luminaries in the dome of the sky, to shed light upon the earth.”      – Genesis 1:14-15

Hearken! Hear!

The music of celestial spheres twirling,

which waltz so far from sight.

A crystalline octet

frozen in gases of time,

singing eternal.

Pull upon the cosmic purse-strings,

that dangle in darkness-

star-studded and flawlessly designed.

Like the laws of matter and motion-precise,

their inertia, logarithms and endless figures

dancing above us.

It all started in a bang

evolved and flourished to this great tune,

perfectly orchestrated – song of life.


A Parable

November 13, 2010


            Looking up at his mother, a little lion-cub said,

“I am so weak, I have no mane and I cannot roar,  how then shall I endure

this harsh life in the pride amongst all these who are bigger and stronger?”

            His mother answered, “Tuck your tail between your legs until the day you are a lion.”




In past days, a cardinal, Timotheus, lived under rule of a certain, wicked pontiff and so detested his works.

 Whilst praying, an unclean spirit came to him saying, “Rise up and bear no more this corruption.”

Timotheus replied, “Why? I’ll bear all things that corrupt souls be purified.”

Surely, you hear reform spreads from afar…take up noble cause and denounce the pope’s authority.”

I’d rather believe on the Lord’s word as writ by Holy Matthew:

that against His Church, the very gates of hell shall not prevail”

Said the spirit; “Forsake ye the yolk of your office, rise up and mete vengeance!”

How can I since vengeance belongs not to me?”

When the pontiff fell ill, same the spirit taunted:

Kill him and remove his sin from the earth!”

In prayer answered Timotheus, “I will let sin rather than multiply it.”

Thus, did the Lord God reward one who chose humility over defiance; who gazed upon evil and returned not evil?

Rightly, while some of his brethren cast off their priesthood and clamored for Rome’s demise,

Christ in awesome power, anointed Timotheus as Peter’s Successor.

Hence, he who detested corruption and compliance thereof was given ample place to repair it.

 If he’d left in rebellion, the corruption might have festered and become worse.

The Stone

November 12, 2010



What elements are they that Aristotle named “Earth, water,

Wind, and fire”?

That the Chinese added to them wood and metal?

To which theologians added “life”?

What is life but a mixture of airs, nutrients and waters?

That the Latins called anima?

That the French called vie?

Is it all originated from a spirit, a soul, an earthly body or a brilliant mind?

Most importantly, does it think or sing?

Why do the great laws of conservation of matter and of

energy not apply to a man’s life?

Truly, his bones are rented. His blood borrowed from iron in the dirt.

He seeks transmutation: transforming a foul thing into one

Thing that is glorious…but reaches it not.

Who did the elements assemble from clamor and could men

Tear them asunder or perhaps make them anew.

Man took his ideas of power and purity and fashioned the

Philosopher’s Stone.

Formed of salt, which is earthly wisdom, lead, which is earthly flesh and mercury that represents that mysterious, ungraspable spirit.

Even as the stone was transforming all it touched intp purest gold; it

Could not render water into wine- nor wine into blood.

It could not make a criminal innocent, a man a child or

a harlot virgin again.

The stone was not the True Stone…it perfected not.

All who drew gold produced thereof, died on grief.

Amongst all alchemists was the formula lost.

Both noblemen and beggars would seek after it but not find.

Later, the elements found in our world summed to 92.

Metals, liquids and airs.

Those necessary for life were called “Hydrogen, oxygen, carbon and nitrogen.”

The earth found to be made of many things, water but 

two of these.

Fire, pure energy and wind a light mixture.

All matter had a name and could be torn apart.

Still, the True Stone, that key to the spirit, eludes us.

Consumes in our hands, our spirit forgotten, lying in the

earth besides long-gone recipes for transformation.

We seek more stones, herbs and formulae which lead to immortality- but as in days past, find only false gold and greed.

Now do men desert their singing and thinking spirit.

Their laws disharmonious to matter; not creating,

Conserving too much or not conserving anything.

Cherishing the earthly body, earthly will  and not the silent song within all our flesh, we guard our gold.

We wish not to create anymore.

The life starves, yet even as we search our bodies, our minds and

lone corners for that Stone, that sweet elixir.

Because we know our minds and bodies and no power outside of their self,

we forever seek; unto ends of the earth and amongst the silent elements

~ and shall never find.

Of Chemicals and Constituents…

Factus de materia cinis elementi. – “Created from the material of the ashes of the elements.”

I.) Your 92 elements to construct our natural world, your atoms are of varying radii, weights and personalities.You are aromas, colors and textures. Molecules.

Hydrogen, hot-blooded, volatile and promiscuous, makes one bond. Carbon, cold, aloof and wary, forms four.

Iron, stern metal unbreakable except from work and weather’s wear.Oxygen, invisible, holds us together.O’ solvents, solutions and fumes.

Alchemy, transformed sorcery into science.You are precious as gold; ordinary.

Who made and arranged you? God, Mendeleev orLavoisier puttering about his lab?Atoms, they split, reform and substitute to find themselves.

You are fuel, our poison, our cure.Acids, bases, distillations and titrations. Not created or destroyed andforever conserved.

May we never know surely your endless processes.

Ode to a Mad Chemist

November 12, 2010

Ode to a Mad Chemist

Madness? Formulae scream their names, hurried to tell of their meaning. A single digit by any other name brings disorder upon a newborn system- perhaps utter ruin. It all its perfection, change any fragment, remove one question, touch its delicate process and the numbers return to sheer chaos.My dear, chaos is from which we work.

Old arts are not forsaken; they prevail as whims; hopes of ascension, seeking impurity for refinement when transumutation clutters my desk. Both fluid and solid, water and metal, hydrargyrum* never makes an elixir of life and she is no great mystery. She pines for sulfur and flees from heat. Bind her with vitriol and vitriol formost, immerse in flame and collect the pieces.Matter is our metaphysics.

Light fades into the glass I hold, gathered in liquid. No…not cloudy but pure unlike the dought fresh on my tongue. This is all about the distortion of existance. We painstakingly break it apart just to put it back together.

*Hydrargyrum (Hg) – mercury.

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November 12, 2010

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