One for the white
one for the red
The Work is perfect medicine.
With firm mutations
citrine becomes solar
A pearl becomes lunar.
With soft bodies of another kind
one continues to labor
searching each to each
encompassed by fire
stone becomes water
water becomes stone.
Who would seek perfection?
No one. It is but a preparation.
Not fixed but sublime.
Ignite, ignite!
Ash of the transforming
assigns the cause.
Now for the movement.
Now for the going
In most bright splendor
a quickening.
Then Jupiter recedes
becomes rubified.
And it will be good.
It will be good.
It will be good.
Luz becomes Stone.
by mercurius/AR
