The Elixir Of Life, The Philosopher's Stone

One Flower May Slay The Winter And Meet Death.

Luminous, Unfearful; High-priestesses, Our Fervour Shall Banish All Evil.

Take What The Old-church Found In Mithra's Tomb, Candle And Script And Bell, Take What The New-church Spat Upon And Broke And Shattered.

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.