Rays of the New Aeon

Poetry of Krael and Mirabel

poems by krael

prologue to my phoenix soul

before the world is scientifically analyzed and
catalogued, it is a primordial unrestrained
azoth in flux. before natural life is bound
up by a net of rules of conduct, there is the
prior mystery of other persons, who outstrip
whatever we think we know of them and so
command our respect. finally, we come up
against mystery itself, the universal depth in
both things large and small and our selves
suspended in the macro-micro nexus. and
then we are brought up short. that is where
the light leads us: not to a conclusion which
gives comfort, but to a thunderstorm; not to
a closure, but to a dis-closure, an openness
toward something greater than we imagined -
our encompassing self, where we lose our
breath and are stopped in our tracks, at least
momentarily, on our ascension journey up the
evolutionary spiral into infinity.

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