In the Fountain of Mercury
The King and Queen embrace
Under a hovering dove
And a six-pointed star.
From their passion
The sunchild is born.
The excluded third, the tertium non datur,
Presents itself for philosophers’ games.
“Yes” and “no” will not suffice.
Out of the three comes the fourth.
Work on yourself,and every feeling
Can be matter for magisterial designs;
Good and evil thoughts alike
Will serve the higher will.
Can it be that a single soul’s transformation
Can elevate the whole world?
Two lives holding one another
In delicate equilibrium
Make the subtle body sing.
In the dirt you will find the Philosophers’ Stone.
In the mating of dogs and bitches
The dew falls from Heaven.
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