The constant drip, drip, drip,
slowly dissolved the rock of me.
Diluting my essence homeopathically
until I swam, one part me, a thousand water.

Sweat, saliva, tears, still aware, still me, still there.

Sun, burned light, ferocious and questing,
lit the miasma I had become,
not content with my fluid end, it condensed,
evaporated the amniotic sea,
wanting to understand dissolution
its probing light sought what was left,
when shape and structure were removed.

Would the I of my identity survive intact?

The water vapour of me rose in the heat,
steaming spirals, swirling ever upward
dross gone, I had been reduced
to the very nugget of me,
distilled and potent.

Recalled to life.

Image and Words Susannah Bec

Recommended reading about the Alchemical Symbolism in the horoscope
Dynamic of the Unconscious - Liz Greene and Howard Sasportas


Maya said...

sigh... so damn beautiful!!
... and exactly the way i feel at the moment. i wish i could have written these words...

Susannah said...

Thanks Maya.

Good to see you. x

David said...

Alchemy. Yes. I do like it. Dissolving to be reborn.

Susannah said...

Thanks David. x

Lua Astrology said...

I love the imagery in this Susannah and especially the line
"I had been reduced
to the very nugget of me,
distilled and potent.". It's a very Piscean poem :-)

Susannah said...

Hi Leah, Piscean, yes, I suppose so. Perfect for my current chiron return! (0 degrees Pisces)

Good to see you and thanks. x

gaylle said...

Beautiful... Wonderful!

Susannah said...

Thank you very much gaylle. :-)

NR said...

How very lovely this is, Susannah. Thank you for sharing. xxx

Susannah said...

Thanks Neeti. :-)

It is good to see you. x


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