Hipersigil

In the vibrant silence where the One takes form,

emerges the first crack, the singular storm:

the ego, a yearning shadow, a brush of "I am,"

that, unfolding the Whole, sparks the grand program.

A guardian of the threshold, blind in its own veil,

it shatters the Unity into fragments of sky, a sad tale.

"Good and Evil," its dictates, in its absurd strife,

unleash the "neuronal bomb," the subtle knife.

For The All That Is, a resonance untold,

primordial pulse, beyond what humans mold.

It is the Eternal Frequency, the Immanent Vibe,

from the worm's humble dirt to the star's radiant tribe.

But this apparent schism, the inherent flaw,

is it a glitch in the Logos, or a potent law?

Perhaps Causality, in its fertile Abyss,

required the Cleavage to bring forth existence's bliss.

So that Consciousness, in its infinite dance,

unveils the Light from the blessed Night's trance.

To embrace the Paradox, the pain of "non-being,"

and in the ego's dissolving, the Whole seeing.

From the dawn of all worlds, in the genetic code,

the hidden wisdom resurfaces, the esoteric road.

The "why" of forgetting: to dive into the dual,

the "what for": to ascend to the One, transcendental.

Not a return to innocence, but to wisdom profound,

with the ego transmuted, its function now crowned.

From mere reflection to mirror of the Infinite,

a harmonious co-creator, in the Great Spirit.

Thus, the ego is chrysalis, not failure, but rite.

A veiled teacher, a blessed, unfolding plight.

Divine the process, without end or measure,

Existence gives birth in each departed treasure.

Can you feel?

It's an Hipersigil