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PREFACE:
“Double, double, toil and trouble.
Let our passions burn and bubble.
From this dust and soil of stubble.
Cleanse us now of all the rubble.”

The value of metaphysical poetry
is immeasurable;
beyond any human estimate or gauge.
Its wealth, its measure, its meter,
its absolute computation,
can ne’er be defined or delineated.

Metaphysical poetry is undefinable.
Once it’s demarcated or defined,
it is already being transformed.
The irony of human measurements!

We cannot outline the value
of that which is alchemical;
of that which is transformative;
and is ever cleansing;
of that which is truly alchemical
as ouroboros of integration.

The value of metaphysical poetry
exceeds the wisdom of the metaphysician.
The metaphysician is merely an agent;
a servant of the metaphysical process.

The metaphysician as alchemist,
is, as if it were, a poet;
a poet possessed with a rare coin;
a poet possessed with a rare gem;
a priceless, alembic gemstone;
a metaphysical ‘bitcoin’ of priceless value.

A priceless ‘Philosopher’s Stone’ coin
of rare currency and mintage;
whose value perpetually increases
each moment it is humanly assessed.

A marketplace bitcoin is a fragmented token;
a crypto-market token of fiscal manipulation;
much unlike that of alchemical poetry:
a superlative wholesome coin of the psyche,
illuminating the caverns of the mind
with compassionate understanding.

Immeasurable in value, alchemical poetry,
bears these healing properties:
Spiritual love, providential guidance;
and profound appreciation of the divine.

We cannot estimate or assess
the spiritual extent of metaphysical poetry.
We cannot assess its innate quality.
Its value is immeasurable.
Its value and effects surpass the physical;
surpass all human judgments.

We can place no finite value
on that which manifests ‘uncertainty principles’;
on that which is ever transforming;
on that which transforms us in the process.

We cannot measure that
which is beyond our own measures.
We cannot measure that
which is the very barometer —
of our own human measurements;
whose wealth is beyond our own measures.

Dwelling in a world of matter,
we focus on the corporeal;
on what is known by the five senses:
Seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching.

But there exists a superior realm;
a realm of greater existentialism;
a more divine ‘Chaucerian’  realm —
beyond the physical.
An alchemical realm of Higher Order.
There, measurements surpass the mortal.

Our measurements are physical.
Those of alchemical poetic coinage,
are in the domain of the metaphysical;
beyond all human measurements.

Metaphysical poetry is transformative.
It strives after the Godly.
It is an alembic of transformation.
As calcination, it initiates us,
ever into higher states of consciousness;
leading to our purification.

So then by fire, water, air and earth,
we steadily move on to excel;
to attain the art of our ascension;
alchemically our individuation.

POSTFACE:
“Double, double, toil and trouble.
Let our passions burn and bubble.
From this dust and soil of stubble.
Cleanse us now of all the rubble.”