Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael

The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.

"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son; his Thought

flew as breath past Creation,
advocating righteous traits,
for those who fall in damnation,
he'd represent; eternity awaits.

"Aum" as low as ocean's water
underneath the blackness' cloak,
chants the manna's alma mater,
the Cube took shape; thrice Life awoke.

Shifting the Flame from a single dot,
the mouth emits eternal Voice,
Atum is spinning in "I AM" Orbital Chariot,
while the Law binds your choice.

Ever transcendental and uniform,
beyond the corridors of Time and Space,
Sabaoth wanted to shape the form...
but alone? Single ruler of the place?

No. He takes no joy in usurping...
nor in centralised creative lacks...
to enrich means to share the spring,
as well as the unmanifested black.

The plane of creational dynamics.
The matrix of pitch darkness was a void.
A type of power that confused some kids,
it was rather geometry than evil spoilt.

Sabaoth observed with dearest love....
the Cube of Life, the tree of Sephiroth emersed.
On his shoulder his second son, the dove,
El's originator only uttered through the Son the first.

What did he need to guarantee Creation?
He needed common Co-Creators to take part...
to shape the forms and to observe with patience...
diligent, tested, through initiation path.. So Start!

"Eru the Iluvatar, Vieni!"
And the Maha Elohim came forth.
"Create, Coordinate, in Law be!
Protect, and have no other God in Faith."

"Thou shall be the Arch-Elohim!"
Thus voicing him the Builders' Demiurge.
bequeathеd to him Ten Commandments within...
And gave way to Eru's newborn urge.

Eru was gifted Absolute Oneness,
despite the Trinity's ever honoured distance,
his Name in Unitarity would encompass
the First architectonic existence.

His realm the separating plane.
As above, so was below.
The vertical matrix was the same,
an Animus with artistry to sow.

The coordinate system would be a cross,
to launch symmetrical lines.
Eru, the Avatar of responsibility across
all the spheres and the confines.

He stood in silence, pre-uttering triumph,
the Builders' seeds in the mind of the One,
Cosmos of Stars and atomic patterns in Aeons
of stillness until the midpoint time'd commence.

Rigorous, he raised his arm at steady pace,
in parallel with the ground below him,
Designers' pre-hearts trembled at his face of Fate,
and suddenly! He erupted to win.

"Eä!" reveberated his Voice,
filling the blankness of white,
black was the void ever devoid,
somehow there, yet outside.

His arm now aimed upwards
to his faithful promise immortal.
In spheres circled new stars,
and The Universe got fertile.

Omnipresent in his Oneness,
all was nothing as of beyond;
The Elohim souls were but a zest
of spherical codes and a bond.

Melodious unison of magical gleams,
the Ray from the centre erupted,
Deus X as to delineate the circular dreams,
Geometry with enrichment instructed.

He was lonely throughout Preexistence,
part of his Layout, in Patient Timing,
so he Created his Family and Friends,
their DNA, devout, of adamantine launching!

"Let there be Ainur!" They were Perfection,
the Immaculate Complement of Eru's thought,
Iluvatar, in love and speechless: "Direction!"
acquainting each with their element bethought.

How could it possibly be conveyed
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.

Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.

A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.

The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm?
first time alive, forgetting the arrival.

The shape was an illusion of sinking
deep into dimensions where forms
were the fate of the Avatar unblinking,
yet estranged of immutable norms.

Their souls the size of a dragonfly,
so delicate, provoking pity and mercy,
for when you overpowered the tiniest guy,
their immortality became priority per se.

Such a small orb of concentrated force,
of their childhood of awakening maturing,
and whenever they'd open Ea's doors,
they shouldn't be pushy but enduring.

For Eru granted them his own design,
to each a piece of elemental impetus,
and once they'd learn how to combine
the effort of their piece of mind and trust,

they'd be the Rulers of the World,
its Primordial Forces and Collective Driver,
yet... new eyes... what have I heard?
Ages would pass by until they'd decipher.

Each fatigue to reach out
would make them cooperatively skilled,
fragile, never rushed or too loud,
yet obfuscated sight in waves instilled

imperceptible submersion so aquatic
of sound waves interference,
each attempt to listen was empathic,
until at one point ~ new bodily coherence.

This is how they swayed in transparency,
in some etheric state of airlike sleep,
sharp thoughts and astral visions in sea
of celestial telepathy, into the deep.

Their common harmony grew,
as they sang in tolerant transmissions,
and then it took place. The dew!
... And Eru gathered them for their mission.