And there It was: the Absolute at rest, in ever-present unperceivable
sense: absence equal to itself, chaos self-sufficient.
When a second opened up, springing from eternity,
singularity was falling into solitude, and its sense faded away.
The wondering Thought, seeking to fulfil its part as would do any wandering seed,
sets the Fortunate Beginning for the first Idea of life,
to eternal Thought the Idea flashing through.
Here it is – intangible Thought into Itself collapsing.
Like a pulsing wound, the empty space is left behind,
alike an idea shed past the ebb tide, (in-form-ly) engraved and impelled by longing.
The void of the thought-essence in its own substance fretting,
memories in mind and idea, sacred quantic, imbedded.
Mater, bounteous and kind, germinating thoughts of Thought,
eyes through which He contemplates Her world, is now seeing sweet faces,
through which He is captured in Her thought.
But the Thought affirms Himself into the world, firmly ordering the Logos,
which then articulates the Thought conceived by the Mater-Mind,
the Logos bearing seeds of the Pater Thought.
His living World shall keep His print alive, the intelligent Idea,
to be fulfilled from this time forth.
Offspring-Thoughts shall fill the world, mirroring the equal Thought
by knowing Self and radiating to all thoughts.
Thought to Thought the world will grow, all left from Her, you see,
nothing but Him will be: Offspring – Logos – Idea in Itself.
The indefinite Thought, life giving in its Idea hidden,
now – in the world of definite forms – shall truthfully be defined,
through Self-Awareness immanent to the Idea, into ideas
germinating, in the Mind, through transcendental love.
* The drawings by Ramona Orban.
