it is here that the river

runs through the enchanted forest,

not that of styx,

 

but that of the elixir

in all of its currents

in the magnificent rush.

 

this settler

like that of a pilgrim,

 

is engaged

in the free flowing experience

of all the shrines.

 

let not mental strife

lift up its heels.

 

great arches over moutains

is all about the images of strength.

 

here in my palms –

i drink of the elixir.