The One and the Many - Negative Plane

That which cannot be known and that which binds all of us

The Father and the Son

In hidden words which lurk behind the veil

The coils of the serpent swallowing its tail

That which cannot be seen, the darkness where the One awaits

He has opened the door, the sign of the hanged man

The vision becomes clear, the sign of falling sevens

The approach of dawn draws near

The many and the One, ascending star of dawn

Eclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom come

That which was divided, whole at the end of days

The One and the many, not separate not whole

The saint and the harlot dancing in the flames, the dove in the serpent’s

embrace

The illimitable depths engulfing even time itself

The reconciliation of all opposites, where the horizon meets the sky

Circles within circles, inexorably to the fixed point

As the Creator devours all that he has made

That which cannot be known and that which binds all of us

The Father and the Son

In hidden words which lurk behind the veil

The coils of the serpent swallowing its tail

The many and the One, ascending star of dawn

Eclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom come

That which was divided, whole at the end of days

Ascending star of dawn