The Alchemist - By Russell Thompson (@steem-beat)

Photo credit @ Wiel Hacking

The Alchemist

All rivers flow into one.

On the far horizon, the rays of the setting sun burn into infinity...

An alchemist lies within the heart of each one of us...

Dreaming, distilling the crown jewel of being.

The metaphor crystallizes as a shimmering diamond, the stone to be retrieved by the seeker.

Realization of boundless landscapes, in a place known only as now.

Emerging from the depths of the soul it is seen with the clarity of that first moment.

Before the masks, the suits, the ties. Anticipated since the beginning, forever unfolding.

Too often caught in these loops of idealization.

To sit and ponder yesterday. Hope for tomorrow. Wish for a better now.

Such a long road we've been walking on.

The way forward is into the moment. The way forward is forever, a directly felt reality.

Alchemy is one of the great expressions of the Logos gifted to this race of beings.

Intrinsically linked to its very existence. Desire, wonder, and dread. Heaven and Hell.

Controversial, as with anything so close to the true face of the Great Mystery.

A work of pure intention with the sacrament can bring one to the greatest heights of alchemical illumination.

While for the misguided, ego may stray too close to the flame and get burned...

Yes, it's been a very long road. And roads are far too often seen as one-way streets.

Tracks carefully laid out for the traveler to follow.

The journey becomes trivial to the far off idealisation of the destination.

A treadmill where syntax dangles as some far off idea, never to fully manifest in the present...

Something deeper has opened up.

The dreamer, lucid, a craftsman of vision, capable of building a raft to soar the unconscious mind of cosmos.

Recognizing the symbols of the road but stuck with an inerrant lack of motivation.

For goals offer no fruit to the One who travels the Realm of the Dream...

Dreams are like that. The moment unfolds like that. The creases you once saw, if only for a moment, no longer there.

Synchronicity takes place as the great paradox of being incarnated once again, and forever into the boundless ocean.

We are nothing more than freaks. That is our place within the triviality of popular culture.

Sideshow eccentrics, misfits..living on the edge, riding it as we wander.

But we are the ones who remember,

We have seen quick glimpses of something Greater. That no one could put into words.

The closest to insane, maniacally reeling in the paradox, carefully coaxing the thing out of its cleverly crafted shell.

Yet it will never fully be grasped.

Like Fibonacci forever lingering in the tail of the golden ratio...

The thing which cannot be touched. The infinite nature of the self.

On it goes. This must be the acceptance of the alchemist.

A final distillation so incomplete. So completely incomplete.

So beautiful is the dream of the dreamer.

The Alchemist

By Russell Thompson (@steem-beat)

Photo credits @ Wiel Hacking