Stirring the Cauldron of Wisdom

Stirring the Cauldron of Wisdom

Stir the Pot and watch it settle   Spin the Wheel and watch the machine Go

Motion and Stillness discriminated

Being and Becoming re-fused

The Way In is the Way Out

The Cup of Transmutation contains only Space

Dream of a Circle in Balance   No Hot Spots No Cold Spots

Light through the Prism    Births Clan Organism

The Linked Circle, The Chant, The Shared Vision, The Scented Air, Prasadam, the       

   Thought, the Expanded Self, the Memory

May these Eight Minds of the Deluded unmist into the Five Gnostic States

Kinetic Proton/Potential Neutron and swirling Sea of Electric Ion

Knowledge of Zero, and One Two Three

These I See – Oh do watch this pot for me,  young Gwion

Suck your thumb and taste the milk of eternity

Fluid moves

Containment impedes

The stir stick conditions the matrix

Function softly invades the mother-field of structure
From the churning arises the maiden ruler of love and fortune
But also come the twins, poison and ambrosia
Poison is hidden and contained
The Amrita is stolen, pursued, and enjoyed
And good and evil seem to return to the appearance-world
The Mystery of Sex arises and falls and leaves the residual child

As the root-branch gates allow passage

What goes in comes out and vice versa

But this is just an illusion within an illusion

These words are like a muttering blind man disturbing the silence