An Alchemical Sonnet by Santinelli

Odi, e impara. In un sol corpo intatto

I principii dell'Or posti ha Natura,

Nascosti a gli occhi, e più nascosti al tatto

Sotto una scorza escrementitia, oscura.

L'Arte hor, che fa? Questa Materia impura

Si reca in mano, e con un Foco astratto

Da le Viscere sue tanto depura,

Che fa l'oro in potenza uscire in atto.

Oro, ma non del Volgo. Oro, che privo

Non è di Spirto animatore, un Oro,

Che il morto Oro volgar ritorna vivo.

Tragge il raggio dall'Ombra. Oh gran Lavoro!

Vile è 'l raggio del Sol, ch'è fuggitivo,

Fisso stringilo in polve, ed è Thesoro

Listen, and learn. In a unique intact body

Nature posed the principles of Gold, hidden

from the eyes, and more hidden from touch

under an escremental darkened bark.

Art then, what does she do? This impure

Matterbrings to her hand, and with an abstract

Fire from her bowels so much purifies, that makes

gold in potentia to come out in actu.

Gold, but not vulgar. Gold, which is not

deprived of an animating Spirit, a Gold,

which brings back dead gold to life.

It extract the ray from Shadow. Oh great Work!

The ray of Sun is vile, for it is fleeting,

fix it, press it to powder, and will be Treasure.

Excalibur

That blessed action

that breaks the moment,

that cleaves the doubts,

that beheads the buzz

of evil tongues,

That blessed action

that warms the hearts,

that wipes the tears,

that splits in a stroke

the white from the black ,

the night from the day,

the fact from the dream,

That blessed action

that breaks,

enchanted sword,

the rock of wait,

lies in the girdle,

sealed…

Sacrifice

Sacrifice is a law.

Nothing real can be accomplished without sacrifices.

Sacrum facere, making sacred, is the price to be paid.

Do not value anything which was achieved without sacrifices, because it is not real.

Sacrifice is the Seal.

A Man

This song is dedicated to all women,

condemned to be mothers and

babysitters of their companions,

who still dream that one day

they will be held by a MAN.

Lyrics can be found here

On Work and Rest

ON WORK AND REST

When you work, WORK.

When you rest, REST.

Everything in the middle

is time wasted,

shameful for man.

Also:

the more you Work,

the more you can Rest.

The more you can Rest,

the more you can Work

Work and Rest are

the Yin-Yang

of Conscious Man.