The Revelation Of The Wandering

The Green Flame is the centre
Immortal, inexhaustible, everlasting, judge.
Dull the Word in Prayer resounds
And whirling conquers the Large Halls
The Temple is the key, dark but shining
Built to the Divine Greatness
Where the chosen people bathe in the Flame
The Snake opens its eyes
Three red ovals stand out its ivory skin
It's the third glance that opens the soul
And tears open the helpless mind
Tireless guide of Time
Discoverer of Portals who reveals secrets,
Amazement is at the highest like Sacrifice
How cold is the embrace of the Extincts?
How hot the Sun announcing the Night?
Stars in the sky infuse the Courage for the Future
Where dazzling lights illuminate the dark destination
I waited for the moment a long time and now...
It's Utanapistim Ziusudra's call
Wandering Black Leader of Immortal Stars
He throws lances of Immense Sadness and Solemn Distress
Loaded with Hatred and Love
Absorbed and well-known for millennia
In wandering through the Infinite Mysterious Universe
It leads my ego towards new Spheres of Freedom
We go on endless and immense journeys
Building and destroying the realities that create and destroy
Be the servants to take the lead
Take the lead to be servants no more
The Code will be written soon
We will infuse the knowledge due to you
The Wisdom of the Astral Decoding
That will join our Ethereal Thoughts to yours
Towards the Luminescence of Cosmos.
The Third Hand called
Gilt and swaying, alive
Intrepid caressing infinite
Where the whirling Moon is reflected
By the glassy bottom of the river, icy
And severe judge in the black nightmare
The ghost-sceptre is now held
Towards the High Arcane Infinite
You can see it! The ominous witchcraft
The Sacred Fleece is charming your sight
How the Way is rejected
By the dreadful breadth of the Sibyls
Raving interpreters of the Cosmos Future
Like the wind of created unexplained nights
Until the limit of Wisdom
Built following the chrisms
That Gods bestowed on Man
Elevates and sinks into deep Absolute Reason
Where fatherhood kills motherhood
And motherhood is born again unconscious in the Light Circle
But conscious in recreating
The eternal subjection to the Divine Power
It denies what is easy, disowns what is obvious.
Dreaming but awake I'm rising
I could drink from His rich spring
But the time hasn't come yet
Thirst for Wisdom – Hunger for Power – Spiritual Elevation.