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
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