Song

drink in the waters of life

swim in the ocean of blood

to rise
fall

to fly so deep

in fire

towers burn white

wings beat inside thunder

break open

heart
bones

shatter to the wind

angel dust

"The vessel is always One, and it must be round

like the vault of heaven so that celestial influences

can contribute to the work. It is also often called a matrix or uterus,

in which the filius philosphorum is born,

and at the same time it is, in a mysterious way,

identical with its contents. For instance, it is simply the aqua permanens itself.

Mercurius is 'our true hidden vessel, and also the Philosophical Garden

in which our sun rises and ascends."

The Grail Legend ~ The Grail as Stone. p142. E. Jung & M-L Von Franz

Cadair Idris

And so I return, once again from the mountain lake formed from ice.

To drink in ancient memory.

To listen to the Song

Distant soft thunder like bees.

To drink in the nectar of a million stars.

Birthing and dying.

To see the depths blue black dive into Sky.

To touch the light swimming buried deep

reflecting so bright above.

To stare into the guardians bright yellow Eyes

 Masked white by sea bird face.

At once fierce clear and soft, paddling on the water or soaring in the clouds.

In sky's clear blue or sharp black with rain.

Their calls cry shot arrow from the winds.

To shelter beside tender violet flower heads, barely nodding

Silently solitary sheltering in the edge.

I wake alive

Skin to earth

Bone to stone.

Breath to water.

Grail