Yesod
Milky whiteness
Luminescence sparkles through veils
Of dreamtime
Images, shape and form bourne
on gossamer wings of faery flight
And angels beckon from heavenly
clouds of billowy breath
Mirror reflects back the beauty of mortal’s soul
And yearning feeds the hunger of
unfulfilled desires and needs
Behind the mask of eternity the
phantom smiles a gaping grin
And spidery fingers tap out
the rhythm of carnival’s retreat
Memories flood the pages of
dusty shelf-worn books
While the drone of life story’s
narrative hums and buzzes around
the hornet’s nest ~ each stinging
more precisely ~ each leaving an indelible
mark as the honey sweetly drips from
the catacombs of Queen Bee’s grand design.
Within the sphere of mystery
the moon glows ever bright
And eyes that have no use
for human sight peer
deeply into the cavernous dark
Moving carefully through the
storehouse of illusion
But once the vault is opened
and inspiration comes shard-like
slicing through
the test has been mastered
The seeker- now illumined
moves boldly and sure footed
The mind is set free
and heart waits patiently
behind
the reflection of
the closed door
The Magickal Pen 