There is no purpose under Creation’s stars more significant than the evolution of consciousness.
It is the most important focus of Pueblo del Milagro participants.
Here in the fragile world of humanity all creatures eventually will arrive at this realization.
Capturing a modicum of understanding of this process I offer:
Alchemy©
Look inside your-self, mirror image reality’s shadow
Alchemical acid, comes to man on wings of doubt
Cause the soul to shout, the man to scream
Separate dross from gold, gold of truth
Flesh decay illusion of spirit, picture in sand, transient, rife
Reminders all, truth of death, eternal life
What truly is, is borne of death
Death bitter-sweet to render human flesh, transcend to love itself
No mortal knows the depths from whence did come, come to earth to play the game
The depths of Grace borne of suffering indignities surrender asks
Strangulating anxiety the wings of change present the tasks
To make mere mortals gods of men, when acid’s done, knowing then
You’re father’s Sun and Mother’s Moon
Carried in womb of wind, earth the nurse
Earth from Fire subtle from Simple gentle, gentle, ingenious
Ascend from earth to hev’n descend to earth once more
Take the force from both the worlds
Then comes Glory of all creation
And all the darkness finally bids adieu
Comes true sight, sees through stuff of life
True strength of strength conquering all to that of subtle
This, the stuff of worlds composed
Composed, three parts, philosophy so deep that all men sleep
To waken a time when songs must sung.
Alchemy©
Copyright 1999 Darren Beddard