Codex Lucis · Citrinitas

Citrinitas

The light of this working

The transitional stage, the gilding, the gold that dawns between the white bone and the red blood. Here alone the door is left half-open: the blue is taken, but the green is suffered to remain, so the leaf shows at once the color it has always worn and the deep light it has always hidden, the two alloyed into gold. This is the threshold, the rising-sun, the marrow that holds the blood behind it and the bone ahead. It is also the lost stage, the gold the old masters nearly struck from the Work, folding it into the red until it was all but forgotten; and so it is fitting that here the forest should be only half-revealed, caught at the moment of turning, gilded as if by a low and secret sun.