Concrescence of the Sophia
Equilibrium shatter'd, in momentous disarray Formulation of all texts and knowing Concrescence of begining to end Quashed with insensate effortlessness SAPIENTIA - the wisdom through all nature SOPHIA - the nature of all wisdom (Out of the mists, emerges the logos Reaching the density of all matter) The weight of all waters And the mass of all stars SAPIENTIA - the wisdom through all nature SOPHIA - the nature of all wisdom Languorous and leaden landscapes - portraiture of ashen lustre Impermanent and incarnadine - seas will rise to claim your sins Floating wraith-like tirelessly wakeful - ethereal revelation Precious reliquaries Unglorified in the eyes of the prophet Supine asylum Repository of all unjudged follies Richest brocades drapes gold-laced statues Each silver thread resonating a sorrow passed A mistaken way for mere men to tread Immense columns engraved with sin SIlent galleries Emerging from the face of the deep The thread of Ariadne Teaching men through the stones that speak All life's deeds, amassed and amiss Akashic luminosity, beheld in horror We are eternal by nature Yet it is only in death we nurture Final murmur of primeval differentiation The outward span will spiral to chaos As perfection petrifies and splinters in flame And the concrescence of the trinity Will be singular finality Returning to ultimate equilibrium To sleep again in the womb of eternity "The eternal parent wrapped in her invisible robes had slumbered once again for seven eternities Time was not, for it lay asleep in the infinite bosom of duration. Universal mind was not, for there were no dragons of wisdom to contain it. The seven ways to bliss were not. The great causes of misery were not, for there was none to produce and get ensnared by them." (from The Book of Dzyan) .....until the first utterance once again shatters the perfection of dawn.....
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Thy vessel emptied No longer this temple a master Through blood relieved Is soul retrieved Immanence of eternity False promise of mythologies Majesty of infinity Illusion from the prayers of fools Silence overwhelms those meagre voices Felled by the rayless sun The voice of the deep speaks no more Silence, but for the cries in eternal sleep Harbinger of the profane A torment unto thyself Herald to impending pain ....Life truely is in vain
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025