Arzhang, the mirror of sublime wonder
Arzhang, the mirror of sublime wonder
Not the manmade clamour of a corpus
But beauty to make all split asunder
Beauty: Purposiveness without purpose
To prove to all trapped life, including us
To ascend past the black clouds of reason
To the Pleroma, with its sublime sun
The source of every beauty in the all
Arzhang, the art of Mani and the Son
Sensuous semblance unveiled, heaven’s call
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