Beyond the Angels, their choirs of flame,Beyond Archangels who whisper His Name,Beyond Ascended Masters who bow in grace,Resides the Eternal, the Formless Place. No throne, no crown, no jeweled attire,Only the Source, the Endless Fire.The Light that births a billion suns,The Ocean where all rivers run. Duality wounds me, it rips, it tears,A thousand storms …
I bow at the feet of the Masters, bright,Who carry the torches through endless night.Guides of realms no tongue can name,Whose silence whispers the Sacred Flame. I bow to the Oracles, veiled and wise,Who read the stars with awakened eyes.They walk the bridge from here to beyond,Of Truth they are the living bond. I bow …