Poem: Secrets Lost, Secrets Found


Marble statues

Gored from the Earth

These secrets have not been lost

Only transformed

To the Doctors of Gnosis

They can still see it all

Carnivals and masquerades

Hearkening back

To the rituals of Dreamtime

Jesus Christ

Crucified on an ankh

Decorated with alchemical symbols

Known only to the initiate

Everywhere we look

This symbolic language runs deep

Unrecognized by those

Dyslexic to the experience of life



All the secrets may be lost

But mystery still murmurs,


Murmurs a truth

We must die to comprehend

It just all depends

Whether you like your wisdom

Served hot

Or cold


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