The Scrying Glass

Up from the stillness, deep and wide The magick space spreads every side Where symbols rise like morning smoke The meanings emerge before they're spoke Months of practice build the ground Where inner sight and skill are found Not every soul shall pierce the veil With the same force or the same tale PRE-CHORUS Some shall cross completely through Lose their flesh in astral blue While most shall keep one foot outside Colors subdued, the light spread wide Yet brightness is no measure true Of what the inner working can do A dim and quiet vision's worth More than any bright display of mirth CHORUS What matters most is what you find The meanings gathered in the mind The slow expansion, sure and deep Of all the truths your symbols keep For symbols are the lowest rung Of ladders higher than our tongue Anchor points where meaning clings To reach the edge of greater things To reach the edge of greater THINGS Some symbols wear their nature plain Like gods whose faces still explain The inner truth their forms reflect A living mirror, not a sect Others hold their meanings fast By habit only, unsurpassed By reason, yet by custom bound To the place where their power has been found Others still are seized by need Born of the moment like a seed That flowers once and falls away The urgent work is done that day PRE-CHORUS Yet every symbol seen in trance Connects to power in its dance To archetype and thought-form spun From places beyond the waking sun To reach beyond the symbol's face You must extend through inner space Quiet all the chattering mind Or it will change what you would find CHORUS What matters most is what you find The meanings gathered in the mind The slow expansion, sure and deep Of all the truths your symbols keep For symbols are the lowest rung Of ladders higher than our tongue Anchor points where meaning clings To reach the edge of greater things To reach the edge of greater THINGS Believe not, yet disbelieve not quite Just let the meanings come to light For preconception clouds the glass Will not let the true light pass The self that clings to what it knows Will dim what every symbol shows So hold your judgment in suspense Refuse to weigh the evidence While scrying's work is yet in flight Take the symbols dark or light FINAL CHORUS What matters most is what you find The meanings gathered in the mind The slow expansion, sure and deep Of all the truths your symbols keep For symbols are the lowest rung Of ladders higher than our tongue Anchor points where meaning clings To reach the edge of greater things To reach the edge of greater things Reach reach reach beyond TO REACH THE EDGE OF GREATER THINGS