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Hidden Numbers
My gods and yours are one, many, and the same
God, Universe, Self, the one ineffable name
From above, down below,
All in the end is ash
The stardust from whence we came.
Seemingly infinite in the sky, the tree of life grows.
Outside our world above it is the universal source from which all energy flows.
Underneath another place, where no living man goes
He cannot perceive the gate,
nor the immense black river that flows.
Brilliant is the space outside the tree, but he cannot perceive how it glows
The space outside the tree is a part of him
A place that only his god knows
The man's gods are a myriad,
But he himself is the one God alone.
A young girl, a woman, and a wizened old crone
The elder sage, the father, the son
Three equals three, and those six equal one
The moon, the earth, and the life-giving sun
The great green man with horns on his head
Our lady in the sky
And the lord of the dead
Three equals three, and those six equal one.
The word spoken, secret kept, and great work to be done
The spider, the fly, and the web that is spun
Three equals three, and those six equal one.
One is infinity, and infinity is none.
God, Universe, Self, the one ineffable name
From above, down below,
All in the end is ash
The stardust from whence we came.
Seemingly infinite in the sky, the tree of life grows.
Outside our world above it is the universal source from which all energy flows.
Underneath another place, where no living man goes
He cannot perceive the gate,
nor the immense black river that flows.
Brilliant is the space outside the tree, but he cannot perceive how it glows
The space outside the tree is a part of him
A place that only his god knows
The man's gods are a myriad,
But he himself is the one God alone.
A young girl, a woman, and a wizened old crone
The elder sage, the father, the son
Three equals three, and those six equal one
The moon, the earth, and the life-giving sun
The great green man with horns on his head
Our lady in the sky
And the lord of the dead
Three equals three, and those six equal one.
The word spoken, secret kept, and great work to be done
The spider, the fly, and the web that is spun
Three equals three, and those six equal one.
One is infinity, and infinity is none.
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