Behold! Before the Æons were engendered
Long before the worlds were first conceived,
The still white Light (Aur) alone
Had infused all primordial space,
And there was no vacancy in that unbounded place,
But all was filled with infinite and æviternal Light,
And many ages past unnumbered, blissful, resplendent.
Then there arose within that archetypal Light
The creative will, begetting hot desire
To emanate the worlds—
To imbue the supernal Light with name & form
Number, sequence, deed, appellation—
Which was the cause of the worlds’ creation.
Therefore the pure white Light
In willful self-restriction to its core,
Precisely at his own point-center,
Thither did he withdraw himself,
Till in immense inversion, outward
Thrust himself to space unfathomed
And so abode far, far off in peripheral bourn.
Then between the point remained
An empty space, a fertile vacuity
So precisely about that middle point
A womb was formed, a place
Wherein the emanations might concresce.
Then from the Ur-cosmic source of Light,
A single beam out of that pleroma, downward shone
Into the vacuum of that vessel.
The boundless Light streamed into the cosmic womb,
Spangling the vacant haven
With legioned suns and myriad stars.
The Light began to agitate within that sphere
And a great wonder appeared in heaven:
A woman clothed with the Sun, and the Moon beneath her feet,
Bearing the great ecliptic upon her head,
A crown of twelve diadems celestial,
And there appeared beside her in that place:
Alack! A dragon, immense and swart,
Having seven heads and horns ten-fold,
And seven crusted crowns upon his heads.
Before the woman, which was with child,
Reared and gnashed the hateful beast,
Intending to devour the babe even as it was born.
Then a peal of fire rends the starry sky
A clap of thunder ‘cross the vaulted heaven leaps,
And seven trumpets bray
In herald celestial: Lo!
The Archangel & his hosts approach
And there is a Great War in heaven
St. Michaël, flaming brand in hent
The vile serpent in single combat meets.
Michaël, triumphant, casts the dragon out
Which slumps like molten lead
Downward through the worlds careening.
But in the fall, the monster claws
Against the vessel’s crystal walls,
They fracture, cracks appear
In the Light circumferential;
Cracks that bifurcate and ramify as fractals,
Branches on the Tree of Life
The cosmic vessel shatters.
Its pieces compounding as they cascade
As scintillæ falling through the myriad worlds
Until they reach the floor, the Kingdom,
Which is called “Malchut” (מלכות)
Now the shattered vessel lies upon the Earth,
Ten-thousand shining fragments,
Glittering like the stars,
Each shard a sliver of
The primordial Light that was its cause.