Divine Alchemy
In the shadows of surrender one kneels before the monolith ,arms outstretched, naked before creation; the form reflected in waters below like truth meeting itself in the mirror of existence.
In the crucible where flesh meets divinity they are both the offering and the shrine. Shadow-child of light's abandonment, reflection's twin in waters undisturbed.
Light radiates from an unseen source, casting beams through darkness, illuminating not answers but the questions themselves. Beams of revelation pierce the veil, illuminating darkness until darkness itself becomes holy.
The pillar stands silent larger than humanity bearing witness to suffering to hope to the duality of our nature caught between earth and heaven.
The spine, a pillar of salt between worlds, arches toward annihilation and creation simultaneously. What dissolves in these alchemical waters reforms in reverse, solves et coagula.
The boundary between worshipper and worshipped dissolves in this liminal space.
Could Stigmata blossom from emptied palms?
The cross grows hands to receive its own weight. The geometry of surrender forms perfect angles with the mathematics of grace. Kneel deeper into your own reflection, lungs full of both drowning and breath.
We are both the seeker and the sought, the broken and the whole, submerged in the waters of transformation where surrender becomes transcendence and the self meets its reflection in the infinite.
Here, opposites collapse into unity: suffering transmutes to ecstasy, absence becomes the fullest presence, and in complete surrender, ultimate power. The sacred and profane kiss at the threshold where you die into yourself. You are crucified and resurrected in the same moment, the paradox that cannot be spoken, only embodied.
From lead to gold, from wound to wonder, the great work completes itself in the space between reaching and being reached.
