The One And The Many

That which cannot be known and that which binds all of usThe Father and the SonIn hidden words which lurk behind the veilThe coils of the serpent swallowing its tailThat which cannot be seen, the darkness where the One awaitsHe has opened the door, the sign of the hanged manThe vision becomes clear, the sign of falling sevensThe approach of dawn draws nearThe many and the One, ascending star of dawnEclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom comeThat which was divided, whole at the end of daysThe One and the many, not separate not wholeThe saint and the harlot dancing in the flames, the dove in the serpent's embraceThe illimitable depths engulfing even time itselfThe reconciliation of all opposites, where the horizon meets the skyCircles within circles, inexorably to the fixed pointAs the Creator devours all that he has madeThat which cannot be known and that which binds all of usThe Father and the SonIn hidden words which lurk behind the veilThe coils of the serpent swallowing its tailThe many and the One, ascending star of dawnEclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom comeThat which was divided, whole at the end of daysAscending star of dawn