Conceived immaculate, I nonetheless
Wished for a thing exclusive to myself,
And so I exercised effective will,
With freedom to elect as I desired.
Engend’ring Self, therefore, I hatched a god
Out of the womb of all that made me “me.”
But who I willed was not immaculate:
He marred the vision I had once enjoyed
While contemplating all reality.
He gazed at his reflection on The Deep,
And when he saw it, thought that it was good,
And said, “I AM. There is no god but me.”
I heard the idol’s bombast. In this way
I knew what kind of thing the upstart was,
So turned again in sorrow to my Source,
And caught a spark which turned to living flame
Fed by the fuel of Love. That fire took shape,
And all religion tries to emulate
Appeared. No seeing eye could ever then resist
The Light transcending every faculty
By which these words are imaged on true hearts:
“The One is one (there is no other One) –
Unsigned in any mortal register,
And self-subsistent, without any peer.
Thus none can speak of One except this Word
Proceeding from the Gnosis – I am He.”
On meeting Matter’s realm this testament
Fell to The Deep as incandescent drops
Into that space and time where nature’s laws
Are fetters from which none can be exempt.
Yet what descended still remains unquenched
Although bemired within this tomb of clay:
Knowing the beginning and the end,
From whence it came, and whither it must go.
A distant beacon for that Light, I send
What light I have, what wisdom I dare show.