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Light shining through stained glass windows 
Rainbows tearing light from worldly shadows 
From the windows of aeons
With Valentinus and Seth as icons  
Banners of the sayings of Christ
From the bright Gospel of Thomas unpriced 
A sun cross tearing day from night 
In the centre of the church bathed in light 

Above there is a mosaic vault
Of Barbelo wearing gold without fault 
Above the vault is a salt pond
Dripping down from Barbelo’s olive wand 
To the words “Michar, Micheaus”
To a river for baptism for us 
Hymns fill the cathedral at night
Hymns of Sophia’s cries for flowing light 

As morning begins, prayers are blown 
To the seed-bearing plants and trees alone 
To untangle the angels trapped
Who cry for their darkness to be unwrapped 
After this, people meditate 
On themselves beyond the black, iron gate
Or reading the poems of Blake
On diamond roads in the shape of a snake

Going to grand theatres for all
Where souls have made two greats lights in the hall
To see souls in costumes high priced
Mirroring the death and life of bright Christ 
The life and death of great Mani 
The fall and redemption of bright Sophie 
The ascent of great Allogenes 
Where workers have made stars for the black screens 

Traveling, looking all around 
The ocean’s depths to see Saklas chained up 
Traveling, singing as they prayed 
Flying to the stars in steel birds they made 
Surpassing great Babel’s tower 
Remembering the power of Norea 
As they see the bird’s flames flowing
That Norea burned Noah’s ark resting 

Dancing in everlasting rings 
Holding one another’s hands without strings 
Dancing around the sun of life  
Singing “Amen” without a care or strife 
Thinking of the bridal chamber
Where mankind is reborn as a mirror 
Of the heavens above heaven
Dancing round as a ring of eleven 

Mankind resting in the sunlight 
Though awake in the garden from the height 
I will not live to see this sight 
And it is a dream I wrote down in plight 
We are bricklayers without spite 
Of a Gnostic church that will stand upright 
If we all dream in mankind’s night
Our dream will see the morning’s shining light
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