Before the point, before the line,
Before the birth of space and time,
No name was spoken, none could be,
Only the depth of unity.
No edge to find, no form to hold,
No tale begun, no story told,
The silent source beyond all sight,
The hidden heart of every light.
And from the stillness, not by will,
Not by desire moving still,
A radiance flowed without departure,
The One unchanged, yet shown in splendor.
I am the wave, I am the sea,
The eye that asks, “Who looks through me?”
A thousand forms, a single flame,
The many dancing in one Name.
The center shines in all I see,
The sphere unfolds infinity,
And every question, every breath,
Returns unto the depth beneath.
A point appeared within the whole,
The first reflection of the Soul,
A circle formed around the light,
Awareness turning on its sight.
The circle opened into sphere,
A universe of far and near,
Galaxies spun through space untold,
Yet held within the One of old.
The center never left its place,
Yet filled the vastness with its grace,
No distance lies between the part
And that which beats within its heart.
I am the wave, I am the sea,
The eye that asks, “Who looks through me?”
A thousand forms, a single flame,
The many dancing in one Name.
The center shines in all I see,
The sphere unfolds infinity,
And every question, every breath,
Returns unto the depth beneath.
Who is the seeker?
Who is the known?
Who is the traveler
Returning home?
The hand that reaches,
The star above,
The mind that wonders,
The source of love.
Not two, not one,
Yet both somehow,
The eternal speaking
Through the present now.
I am the wave, I am the sea,
The depth awakening through me,
The point, the circle, and the sphere,
The distant source forever near.
The Monad sings through every form,
Through silent calm and cosmic storm,
And every soul, through joy and strife,
Is the One remembering itself as life.
Before the point, beyond the end,
The source remains, the forms descend,
And all that was, and all shall be,
Rests in the heart of unity.
See Also:
Dialogos of Eide 