Gray Wolf

Sometimes I feel like a wolf.
A big, strong, free gray wolf.
Sometimes I am a wolf.

Look at his eyes:
masculine, aren't they?
Yet, they are a bit sad.
And why not being sad?
Sadness is deep and sweet.

To be a gray wolf is this,
to be powerful,
independent,
absolutely free,
yet never afraid
of being sad
and howl
alone
during
the
long,
starry
nights
at
the
distant
moon.

Motorbikes

A bike is a lump of metal, yet is made of fire.
You jump on its saddle, you feel the Flame.

Flame of Freedom,
Flame of Power.

Energy,
Dynamism,
Life.

Fire is good.

But,
never
ever
forget
it also
burns.

When Lead Transpires

Lead is the coarsest amidst the traditional seven metals of Western Alchemy.

Its color is grey, and it conveys la pesanteur, a grey heaviness of the soul.

Its planet Old Saturn, bestower of dark melancholy.

Lead sings its dumb song in a baritone key.

Yet, it is written that thou shalt seek the Spirit of Metals under the Seal Of Saturn.

You will let lead transpire, till its precious sap comes out of its grayish grave.

But how?

Similia similibus solvantur.

Thou shalt meet lead with utmost kindness, wash it with amorous tears, till it sweats drops of love.

Praha

All day long, The Golden Town is infested by tourists, like swarms of flies pestering a dormant Cyclops.

But Sacred Night comes at last, and Stare Mesto is once again what it always was:

a place of sacred rites,

a place of ineffable magic,

a place of blessed silence.

I walk the dark lanes of Praha like a mature man coming back, after a long distracting journey, to his cherished home.....

From Gold to Gold

Aurum igitur aurificandi verum, unum, solum principium esto.
Thus let Gold be the true, one, and only principle of making gold.

And so it is.

Where else could one hope to make gold, if there is no gold to begin with?

If you are determined to make gold out of your life, seek the gold that
is already inside of you.

It may be a small amount, but it is real.

And that, My Friend in the Work, will suffice.