Alchemical Agony

Ever in awe of Agony and the answers She brings as I wake In the mist of the mourning that I once wandered in.

Wading in the womb of Wisdom warms me from within as I realize redemption; just as a voice arises from misery like a muse moving through me; amid my manic mind, whispering..

“What if purgatory is a place in the middle of misery.. in the center of a state of suffering.

Or..

Perhaps it’s a portal in the middle of a broken open, hollowed out heart..”

“Learn to sustain the pain; for holding it is holy.”

Awakening in the mourning to ascended understanding comes from learning the cyclical ceremony where shadows weaves with spirit singing..

“Suffering sanctifies.”

So, I dance to the tune of Truth in the divine darkness till dawn arises once again.