Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael

The Flame Imperishable

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.