I was thinking back to a time when my personal library contained more than a few poetry books by Gary Snyder.

Gone now but still in my thought to possibly collect a used book or two, maybe Turtle Island, Cold Mountain Poems or Rip Rap once again.

Riprap

Lay down these words

Before your mind like rocks.

placed solid, by hands

In choice of place, set

Before the body of the mind

in space and time:

Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall

riprap of things:

Cobble of milky way, 

straying planets,

These poems, people, 

lost ponies with 

Dragging saddles

and rocky sure-foot trails.

The worlds like an endless

four-dimensional

Game of Go.

ants and pebbles

In the thin loam, each rock a word

a creek-washed stone 

Granite: ingrained

with torment of fire and weight

Crystal and sediment linked hot

all change, in thoughts,

As well as things.

Bruce Connor-Age 11

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Igra Staklenih Perli

Yantra - James Whitney (1957)

Cabala Mineralis (excerpt)

“The red sulphur. By this the dawn gradually vanishes our sun rises in beautiful and most red grains and our red sulphur by the wise so desired which however is not the end of the work.”

"They were all improvising and fooling -

"They were all improvising and fooling - Media (1 of 6) Unseen Beatles photos on view at UC Berkeley: "
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The Preparation

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