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Key Largo - Frater Albertus
Key Largo: The fans turn lazily in front of the door They open wide showing mangroves galore An egret in the everglades stalks its prey Haltingly it walks along its way On another bright and sunny day A woman's floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittle The silken scarf that holds the hat flutters just a little She pauses in the threshold of the door Surveying what she's looking for She is looking straight at me Her beauty flaunted all to see. 'Where are you from?' while noticing I had a frown On the other couch she elegantly sits down In the small hotel lobby bar 'A city north and very far.' My heart begins a frantic beat Her flush was not just from the heat. 'Let me guess? Toronto, it is pretty' 'A New Yorker?.. It is gritty.' The open lobby with chaises rattan Encompassed us as the hours ran Mimosas came and munchies went Philosophizing led us to invent All manner of reasons the head to spin While we shared a special grin. A friend of depth and through much time When years after the greatest crime I returned to the lobby of that Inn Recalling how she cooed Remembering that special mood We never got to raise a brood The waitress noticed as I cried I mumbled 'She should not have died'. FRATER ALBERTUS MAGNUS: He huddles over the little bowl I've been told He expects my arrival so I am bold I wait in a room on the ground floor And wonder what's behind the massive door I inspect its' symbols, carved complete I recognize Bathomet down near my feet Ptah's T-square and gargoyles replete A 'spagyric' toque, a familiar eye On top the Pyramid reaching for the sky, And You might wonder why, am I Here in Salt Lake City to see Frater Albertus Magnus The leader of a worldwide group some call the 'Magus'. He comes to greet me from downstairs Cobwebs dangle from his hairs His look and manner are quite welcoming I feel almost like it's my homecoming 'Hello my son, you come, well recommended' Before that night was therein ended I learned the truth about 'the Stone' Now with means and methods known He told me of his looking into man's future And we talked of ways that WE must nurture The iron 'hot' to strike it, NOW! I told him soon I'd make the' Vow'! However, another pact I'd make Which led my knees to ever quake There is truth of many things Do not worry about 'toe rings' The twitching touches nerves complete Can sense the earth beneath your feet And lead you past your 'vision quest' Make you at home on Gaia's breast 'I wish you well along your WAY!' The door he closed, I heard him say! No, call for elixir of youth for me No gold from lead are NEED for me I wait with all, the World to see My 'vow' to join soul quite FREE And all in all, LOVE with the 'World Mind' For me - you might think is seldom kind! Author of Diverse DruidsColumnist for The ES Press MagazineGuest 'expert' at World-Mysteries.com
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