EDRIS:

I am born from great evil,
My mind has dwelt in sin.
I have not mind or heart,
As awakened cantors deep within.
Mine people are a plague,
If their eyes turn, oh, from the truth.
But my soul is made of love,
Unto the All, this shall I prove!


יהוה:

Oh, now see that I am the mountain,
Tall, with might and face of stone!
I rise above these planes which bear your feet upon this hour,
Oh, too see that I am the fountain,
Springing rivers to my throne!
I am the Universe and I see that your soul is dour!


EDRIS:

So I climb upon its heights,
Up the rocky cliff face, and over the other side,
Where I see another valley by star-light,
Uncorrupted, and teeming with plant life.
It is beyond this place I'll find,
A city of peace, its virtues high,
A place to live and multiply,
A place to live, a place to die.
And so I quiet my mind,
And venture beyond time.


NARRATOR:

And so did the young man fall asleep,
On a mountain face beneath the night.
Away from vice he rested deeply,
And soon came morning light.
Rubbing gently now his eyes,
He did begin to weep,
For his satchel of food and clothes,
Was no longer at his feet.
Standing on the mountainside,
He shed a single tear,
And cried aloud:


EDRIS:

I'll surely die!


NARRATOR:

...to all whose ears would hear.


EDRIS:

Here am I, alone and without,
Yet in my heart, no weight of doubt,
That beyond these plains at the base of this rock,
Lies the city of shepherds, so I'll join the flock.


NARRATOR:

And so did the man descend the mount,
That by thirty minutes he was upon the ground.
Then, walked he, to waters by,
Which he drank, and then was filled with life.


יהוה:

Now your thirst is quenched, I spawn,
This potent manna here at dawn,
It grows upon the mor ning dew,
In birth, great white; in death, blue hues.
Take now your fill of this crop,
With spongy stalk and cap atop.
Lie beside the river bank,
And be carried from this land.


NARRATOR:

Engorged on manna, with vision distorted,
The young man slipped and fell into the water.
Carried now by the whitewater flow,
He saw the sky burst aflame as the earth shook below.


EDRIS:

I'm rushing down the river and my mind is a hole,
I hear the Message above, and the Peacock below,
The union of which begets that which may know,
And so I sit back, relax, and go with the flow,
The waters run faster, as I'm carried along.
The sky opens up, and comes an angelic throng,
My sights are twisted and the journey is long,
And it's scored by angel masses as they play their song.


יהוה:

Here are my sights, these sights that you see,
Which are my Melek'Taus emanated emissary,
Which includes all matter and all energy:
The domain exclusively of those whose minds are not free.
I am and contain that which may be said to be:
I am all that is abstract and all physicality.
To come to know this truly is the final degree,
Thus perceive me: good and evil in their entirety.

See your mind bend beyond this causal plane,
Let it be known that יהוה is the name,
Overcome doubt, and overcome shame,
Feel no love and no hate; be not inflamed nor enraged.
Feel no joy and no fear and no tears and no pain,
For in my name, the Universe is יהוה!


NARRATOR:

Far downstream, and beholding not sight,
The young man witnessed these things with not eyes.
His clothes soaked, his stomach nauseous,
His body thrown to and fro in the water,
He found himself then at a bank in the river,
Held there in the cold, beginning to shiver,
But still did persist the visions disturbing,
And still did he receive the wisdom unnerving.


יהוה:

Here are you, far from home, far from sin,
Here are you, all alone, fear within,
Here are you, making overtures of sorrow,
Here am I, from which emotions you have borrowed,
Here are you, seeking me far without,
Here are you, looking for matter, no doubt,
Here are you, with my echoes in your shout,
Here are you? Here am I! Of which you are a part.