Liber Hydrargyrum
Steps Towards an Occult Natural Science and the Advanced Practice of Sorcery
By Robin Artisson
Copyright © 2008
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The Toad's Bone moves against the stream
As surely as waking moves against the dream;
So solid and so fluid go the nights and days
And the flesh of men and women,
And the mind and heart that strays
From the path called 'straight and narrow'-
Onto the crooked road, that path's hidden marrow.
The binding Weird calls them to the game.
No teacher has been so wise, nor cunning
As the yellow moon arising and the river running;
No teacher as swift as the darting hare
Or as wise as the toad in darkness,
Or as strong as the nut-brown mare.
There is no temple as sacred as the vast dark Land;
No craft as ancient as the wordsmith's art,
Whose spells of old so few now understand.