Draw back into oneself the memories
Of birth among the stars
Of singing in the morning of Creation
And dancing in the patterns of the song.
The Light that shone
From single source,
The vast vibration of the voice that broke
The dark waters of the womb of nothingness
And sent a great sea streaming forth.
We are one
In that beginning,
Streaming outward from the source
In great, majestic swirls and sweeping arms
Of starry light,
Bright clouds of breathing
Glowing in the depths of space
In new dimensions
Opened by the Breath of the Initiator
Speaking the Word.
The patterns of the dance,
The figures traced upon the planes of being
In their designs of relativity.
There is meaning in the movements of the stars
As there is meaning in the ebb and flow,
The fury and the fair repose of Nature.
We all must dance, revolving
Drawing in or streaking outward
From a point of poise,
Gathering but to disperse
In kaleidoscopic expression of original synthesis
Of Light and Dark
Wherein is born Creation.
The Word singing in the morning of the world,
Intoning, tuning, turning One Self into a Multiversity.
A chord is struck within eternity, a harmony
Is heard, echoing from the infinite
Into the realms of time and space.
The Holy Grail of separate self
Is finding this accord.
Now in this concordance of memory
And waking will
Enter the Temple of the Stars,
And know the astral being of the One
Enfolding all within the space of Time:
A body made of time and space
Precipitated from the nebulous breath
Of the Beginning
By the Word in mating with the working Will,
A body filled with stars,
With galaxies, with an infinity
Each universe infinitesimal
Within the body of the whole.
This is the Word
Made manifest in form,
The body temple of the One
In which All is contained.
This is the Being,
That I AM,
In every moment, every place
And every possibility.