Beyond Transmutation

I understand now that my attempts to fill my vessel were for naught.
What I thought was growth was merely accumulation of dust upon dust, mistaking weight for depth.

It is not by force that one transmutes coal into gold.
No amount of pressure can imitate true alchemy.
Rather, the return to the origin is the transformation.

My body is the philosopher's stone, not in perfection, but in potential.
And my soul is the alchemist, holding wonders within his hands.

I do not need to become something new.
I need to become what I was before I was scattered.

To empty oneself is not to lose, but to remember one's beginning.
We are born from soil, walk the earth for a moment in time, and return to the eternal void.

True joy and peace emerge not from addition, but from unveiling.
Through knowing myself, I begin to trace the edges of the universe within me
for I am not separate from it, but in union with it.
I am a walking cosmos, folded into flesh, learning how to unfold.

And it is through love of the Self, of Others, of the World as it is given, that the illusion of separation dissolves.

I can transcend my mortal boundaries by recognizing that the source was never elsewhere.
I am, and always will be, one with the source.