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
The thirteenth kingdom says that he is the word so great
Born from the king of kings, who gave his dear son a mandate
To enter the world the word formed as it is his fate
The word received glory before he left through heaven’s gate
And entered the flowing waters to quench the powers
Especially their flaming and chaotic desires
But the kingless generation, those children above the stars of night
Whispers that the invisible light chose him to enter the chaos and plight
Chose him from all the eternal realms, to carry five seals of insight
In him was the seed of gnosis, to grow and know the truth and light
“Out of a foreign air and realm, the sun of life appeared in our midst
Christ, the son, chose us to shine in the Pleroma, out of the mist”
Oh, where is my star trapped beneath the earth, my pearl?
Oh, how can I see even a twinkle of myself without light?
Oh, when will the only-begotten moon shine the way, that bright child?
Think, recall the words spoken to my heart from that lamb child
Think, recall the words “seek, and you will find” and now I see my pearl
Think, recall the words “Up an arise from your sleep” and now I see light
Yes, I remember my home island called “Pleroma” or “Fountain of Light”
Yes, the fountain where all pearls come from, whose king is a child
Yes, the anointed son of sunlight, will unearth my lost pearl
Oh, unveil my pearl, you light child of gold, in this morning so bright
Do not look or wait for heaven’s kingdom, for it is in and outside of you
Never tremble to ask for a hand to get through
Pray without hypocrisy or you will fool just yourself
Pray every day and night till the last breath itself
Do not let the left hand know the crafting of your right hand
Build your house on the cornerstone, not drifting sand
Watch with care all animals and plants as your eye’s pupil
Love your friends as your own light without a scruple
Make peace with yourself to make the mountain of this world move
Do what is bright even when your colleagues reprove
Ride the heavenly horse, since you can’t ride two as a pair
Hear the neighing of heaven’s pleroma through prayer
Host of Infinity
Guardian of secrecy
Gently ceding gateway
Uncharted oceans vessel
Sailing from ambiguity to concreteness
Symphony of numberless truths
Supreme revealer of the unknown
Rewarding those holding the posture
Correcting the stare and fine-tuning criterion
Wizard who breaks the spell
Cast on by false conscience
And its obstinate madness
Enhance my senses with your aroma
And take in your wings to pleroma
Before mankind evolved into ignorance
The light was above us, motioning our return
By her mistake materials were fused with another,
Earth.
She of all aeons with her infinite wisdom
She! It was she who disreaguarded her better half.
All aeons were paired
Her aeon is my secret.
She emanates child and hides in clouds
While the secret waled Earth learning.
Part of a purpse
Image in light.
Showing man ways to recognize themselves
Visualize the Pleroma that awaits
Believe. Yearn for Enlightenment
Or when time, Die. Repeat with material body.
The end will come and we will rub noses
come across Him Who Waits, and i our gnosis
I sless than, back we go, into the vision
To be reincarnated.