are we part of the dark or the light?
as we move from being oblivious into understanding don't we move the light along by passing the torch?
The world's producing law was Primal Mind,
And next was First-born's outpoured Chaos; And third, the soul received its law of toil:
Encircl'd, therefore, with an acqueous form, With care o'erpowered it succumbs to death.
Now holding sway, it eyes the light, And now it weeps on misery flung; Now it mourns, now it thrills with joy; Now it wails, now it hears its doom; Now it hears its doom, now it dies, And now it leaves us, never to return.
It, hapless straying, treads the maze of ills.
But Jesus said, Father, behold, A strife of ills across the earth Wanders from thy breath (of wrath); But bitter Chaos (man) seeks to shun, And knows not how to pass it through.
On this account, O Father, send me; Bearing seals, I shall descend; Through ages whole I'll sweep, All mysteries I'll unravel, And forms of Gods I'll show; And secrets of the saintly path, Styled "Gnosis," I'll impart.
as we move from being oblivious into understanding don't we move the light along by passing the torch?
The world's producing law was Primal Mind,
And next was First-born's outpoured Chaos; And third, the soul received its law of toil:
Encircl'd, therefore, with an acqueous form, With care o'erpowered it succumbs to death.
Now holding sway, it eyes the light, And now it weeps on misery flung; Now it mourns, now it thrills with joy; Now it wails, now it hears its doom; Now it hears its doom, now it dies, And now it leaves us, never to return.
It, hapless straying, treads the maze of ills.
But Jesus said, Father, behold, A strife of ills across the earth Wanders from thy breath (of wrath); But bitter Chaos (man) seeks to shun, And knows not how to pass it through.
On this account, O Father, send me; Bearing seals, I shall descend; Through ages whole I'll sweep, All mysteries I'll unravel, And forms of Gods I'll show; And secrets of the saintly path, Styled "Gnosis," I'll impart.
