Beyond

Open your eyes wide Beyond the blazes of Cain Beyond the seven Are mortals born from strange flesh And from divine light That stolen light of wisdom Yaldabaoth’s treasure Where her light is imprisoned In moons of cracked ice In cold moons of ghostly white Or flowing in worlds Of simply endless oceans Both purple and blue Or live in constant twilight Or twins of our world Filled with men and savage beasts But with trees of black Orbiting stars of blood red These are all strangers Not to us or each other But to the cosmos Just as Christ is a stranger In the universe Where infinite archons rule We are all brethren Born from the same holy light That fell before time Our flesh simply iron cloaks Made of stars long dead Stars that had black holes within But yearning to taste The tree of gnosis within And the tree of life Stretching from hell to heaven For we are all men Not as flesh, but as true Man Since Man existed Before the cosmos was formed And Christ has prepared A place for each one of us Some lovers of Christ Ask “How can the sun arise On every planet When he only went down once” These souls do not know The heights of his divine love The depths of his grace For Christ came to our blue world Not once but three times He can gracefully come down Not three hundred times But thirty septillion times To every star’s child For he is heaven’s power Filled with endless grace And his love is infinite Love arrayed in flesh Maybe on other planets He came not in flesh But as a life-filled phantom As an avatar Who gave the keys of gnosis To the passerby Therefore, the incarnation Happened only once Having once swallowed all death Not just the world’s death But death across the abyss Burying matter Perishable and lightless And turning himself Into an everlasting Aeon for all The cosmos suffered with him Crucified with him Through gnosis, arose with him Through life, live with him Subverting every archon Crushing cosmic fate Flipping Yaldaboath’s throne With a single cross As the gnosis tree regrown With Christ as its fruit If cosmic perplexity Blinds you to the void Blinds you to the dark craftsman Who shackles all this Know that all is a mirror Of the Pleroma There is an infinite gap Between a googol And heaven’s infinity For all is a seed A seed to the Pleroma Insignificant But cherished with unseen light So, open your eyes And pray for the world you see And for souls in the beyond