Forgetful one, get up!
It's dawn, time to start searching.
Open your wings and lift.
Give like the blacksmith
even breath to the bellows.
Tend the fire that changes
the shape of metal.
Alchemical work begins at dawn,
as you walk out to meet the Friend.
[Taken from Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty, Edited by Alan Jacobs]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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