Radical Alchemy

Radical Alchemy

I wrote the first six stanzas of the poem below over two decades ago under the title "Torch." The last four stanzas were written several years ago. All together, this poem demonstrates the "Radical Alchemy" of my life, and documents my journey from extremely religious in the monotheistic sense (which many of us are born into) to who I am today, a 'sacred secular' witch. 

I am secular (atheistic) in the sense that I do not believe in the "supernatural." I believe that the Cosmos is wholly complete within Itself and that Nature is a Mystery deep enough to encompass all phenomena we may experience and have yet to experience. I am pantheistic in the sense that to me the Cosmos is itself fully and naturally divine, that all that exists partakes of the Divine Cosmos. This is a profoundly beautiful reality to me. I am polytheistic in the sense that the ancestral gods and goddess are archetypes of consciousness from which we as beings of complex experiential consciousness descend (and from which we are experientially composed), and monotheistic in the sense that all Divine Nature is ultimately inseparable (into disconnected parts) in essence.

This is my work of radical transformation, of "Radical Alchemy" - my poem:

when facts tell lies and confusion reigns
when knowledge and ignorance with futility dance
when hope is dying and faith is failing
truth remains

when pain is endless and pleasure empty
when will lies heavy like stone and clarity is obscured
when wisdom reeks and reason flees
truth remains

when the heart staggers broken
with shattered strength and love drowns lost in the abyss
truth remains

when darkness reverberates blindly
and eternity is filled with hell
truth remains

when life is crushing and all is torn, when hiding cannot conceal
and wretching waters burn the naked dust
truth remains

when the pause is pregnant like a rock of hate against us
truth remains

when utter darkness burns bright, and my story
through every shattered dream, wrestles with reality
truth remains

when words are worthy, and writing on the wall reveals
as serpents sing and scorpions play the sound of brilliance
truth remains

when awareness, relentless without capitulation, single-minded
and without negotiation, dances with connections weaving through it
truth remains

when convergence ignites, just because I am
and I see, just because I can, when my voice answers me
truth remains