“We cannot cross over the same stream twice.
The Divine alone is eternal.”
The moon rose with the sound of
sages and the silver water
of the lake near the palm-tree
grew a vision and a key.
Someone sang the prayer: “O Lord,
my heart is purified from trouble
and anguish; it is firm and calm,
and it sees Thee in everything.”
And within me there was the flaming rose.
Passing through the streets and places
some echo resounded like bells
of a million heavens, strangely unheard
by most of us and He said:
“So long as mind is
inconstant and inconsistent,
it is worthless, though one have
a good teacher and the
company of holy men.”
The thieves caught us at every corner
and tried their best to catch
the fruit of innocence and Good
and we clearly saw the writing
and we knew:
“A bad thought is the most
dangerous of thieves.”
Nearer drew the sanctuary
and the Temple of the Lord
but the sky was burning
with the flames of hate
and invasions from abroad.
But mighty were the voices
of the initiates showering
their chants upon all these
strange disfigured ruins of forgotten time:
“Happy are they whom Truth herself
instructs – not by words and figures,
but by showing Herself as She is.”
“No fire can be compared to passion.
No misfortune is equal to hate.
No misery is comparable to a
restless mind.”
“Yes, His very splendor is the cause
of His invincibility.”
“Is there a single man who
can see what the Sage cannot
even conceive?”
As we passed in
the voices rang through the starry night
giving room for new-born salutations:
“I salute It, the supreme Deity,
which is beyond the senses,
which mind and speech cannot define
and which can be discerned only
in the mind of the true sages.”
And someone said:
“God is Light.”
Midnight is was when we
heard far off the sound of waves
and beats of ocean and behind
it all the universe:
“His creation never had a beginning
and will never have an end.”
“In the bosom of Time
God without beginning becomes
what He has never been in
all eternity.”
“But what is God”, I asked
in silence and from the approaching
waters rose the answer strong:
“Heaven and earth are only a
talisman which conceals the Deity;
without It they are but vain name.
Know then that the visible world
and the invisible are God Himself.
There is only He and all that is,
is He.”
“Thou shalt meet Him
everywhere, thou shalt see Him
everywhere, in the place and at
the hour when thou least expects
it, in waking and in sleep, on
the sea, in thy travels, by day,
and by night, in thy speaking
and in thy keeping of silence.
For there is nothing that is not
the image of God.”
“Raise thyself above every
height, descend below every depth,
assemble in thyself all
sensations of created things, of water,
of fire, of the dry, of the moist;
be at once
everywhere, on earth, in the sea,
in the heavens, be
never born, be still
in the womb, be young,
old, dead, beyond death;
comprehend all at once, times, spaces,
things, qualities, and thou shalt
comprehend God.”
“Who is so low that one
can see all His aspects?
Who is so high that one
cannot attain to Him?
The One concealed whose name is
unknown! He is among men and
close to the gods, when they live
and when they die. Without cessation
He holds their existence in His
hand. They are in Him eternally.”
“Yes, we need a new
revelation, not about Hell
and Heaven, but the spirit
which lives in us.”
“Whither shall I go from Thy
spirit or whither shall I flee
from Thy presence? If I ascend
up into heaven, Thou art there;
if I make my bed in hell,
behold Thou art there.”
Full-blooded came that other dawn,
the Horse of Light and Maiden of the Splendor.
Full-blooded rose the warrior
and the Sword of Flames
was like a column in his hand.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany