Be My Soul Set Free

Call on alchemical magic to transmute, to purify, to make your sight true.

 

 

Littered with jewels

The diamond's dust blows

Passed silk laden spools

Or so the tale goes

 

The alchemist... 

She's made her home here

Under a starlit night

That once filled her with fear

 

Now, instead of dark

She recognizes space

Rather than exposure

She feels only safe

 

What gold do you seek

Other than to be truly free?

For what gifts do you ask

Other than to clearly see? 

 

Alchemist, I pray

Bless these eyes and lips

Bless this heart that feels

Bless these fingertips

 

A holy wash

Come rinse me clean

From the cling of illusion

Be my soul set free

 

 

"May we understand alchemy as the transmuting power that breaks the chains of illusion. May we see without the ache of wanting differently. May we witness without projection. May we speak without manipulation. May we feel what is true, what is real, what has happened without labeling it. When this is how we sense we have  alchemized suffering into peace. This is the gold we seek." 

 

 

 

Sarah Beck is a word smith, clairvoyant and modern day witch. She uses her words to alchemise and create reality. Follow her at @writingwithlight