Sphere, fill the emptiness,
emptiness, defined by sphere
inside's being outside, hence
you measure it through surfaces
Vesica Piscis! Symmetry!
Incision's straight line, circle is above
so the force mine rather ternary
is launching on it's path, now GO!
the endless twists
they end in an equator
creation's models in a bliss
are actuated in a generator.
the innermost point inside the circle
contains the grain of Po; the vortex is itself;
a light-driven Voice vibrates, a whirlpool
the Shores of Heaven protects, or, life's Well.
a degree of three hundred, sixty, dot
when it departs as to the completion
the pergel delineates the plate, and it ought
define Deus Ex Machina's perfection.
and all directions lead
to the middle's core, its heart
shapes the X, so deep
the Trinity's been trinitized; play harp!
(...) to be continued
a sphere so void with God momentum
towards octahedron ~ air blows
a corridor for creation's all convulsions
protractor for the angles nobly thus composed
the First Hand and a base
draws the perfect circuit
and a Creational neuron of Mind State
torus Intensifies in a centrifugal pursuit
in the fibonacci helix run, oh, you,
approximation mathematically asymptotic,
the paradox of Non-existence true
you overcome with divisions so hypnotic.
with the curves of a shell so round
inside of which the square's essence
creates, secondly, an egg, its sound,
then fruit of life, so effervescent.
the one true form of Elohim
uncompleted circles on the edges
they get enclosed as to encode so firm
the secrecy of God So mystical, it pledges!
The Cube gives birth to transcendence
it emanates the resonance of Mother Craft
in dimensions and one's personal contents
the forms mosaic assort on lit shafts.
Here comes He: Metatron.
A guardian and such a father.
AlltheNothing is a Home
He'll protect through knowledge gathered.
Utterance and Light's Intent
synesthesia became in wisdom
and unseparated they downwards went
white, as waterfall's refracted prisms.
Directing magical force of the hair
in descent so profound he bore depth
of the spiritual that in the Eastern air
we felt in songs of ancient breath.
The exoticism of jungle pyramids humid
and the force in his mantle so alchemic
with a staff and stones he's a druid
a Sovereign of Cosmic Law divinely strategic.
(to be continued...)
He shall observe so concentrated
our mission so eternally humane
with His Spirit Godly and Untainted
the Christic Unified Cell of Our Plane.
That we suppressed in our women
the cube's dodecahedron there, right, on top
in the centre it rotates and brimming
our fates inside develop; so they trumpet, throb
so happy - that they are alive!
Immortality, oh, what are you...?
The meaning, hidden in the Ark device
Don't you dare, Metatron, divulge!
Don't you ever tell me secrets!
I do love you, always yours! '
The mystery does sway, oh hide it, bleakness,
and I shall never interrupt its choir!
This is my translation of my poem Metatron written originally in Bulgarian language, my native tongue.