The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word – alchemy.
In the crucible of midnight thought
Where regrets or doubts like metals grind & fuse
The soul submits to measured heat
Not to be broken, but renewed.
Words melt first, then surety
Until the mind stands bare & bright
What once was fear becomes a tool
A lens to bend the dark to light.
Before gold, before fire
there is a question
what is it that seeks to transform?
So the work begins inwards
Where certainty dissolves first
Belief is heated until it softens
Identity stirred until it loosens its grip.
There is a stage where even insight must dissolve
Where understanding, proud of its clarity
Is placed back into the dark
To learn humility.
The alchemist no longer seeks transformation
For seeking implies lack, it’s a recognition that becoming was never separate from being.
In the end, nothing is perfected
Everything is understood
And that understanding, quiet & weightless
Is the closest thing to gold
That a thinking soul can hold.
