Still Flame (Emerald Tablet 15)

I reached the last gate where the stars stopped spinning, No throne, no temple, no voice, no beginning, Just one still flame in the dark still living, Like all of existence was silently listening. All names faded, all forms fell backwards, Past lives passed like dust through the rafters, Time lost meaning, fear lost matter, Soul stood naked where the veils all shattered. No gods above me, no ground below me, No self left separate, no thing to own me, One breath folded through endless knowing, One light moving through all things glowing. One light rising, one flame returning, One heart beating through all things turning, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. One light breathing, one soul becoming, One song singing through everyone running, Walk through darkness carrying the glow, The source was always the way back home. I saw every life as a spark in the ocean, Every love lost still alive in the motion, Every scar carved with sacred devotion, Every fall part of the soul’s evolution. No pain wasted, no path mistaken, Every heartbreak had the heart awakening, Every ending was a door reshaping, Every death just a dream-state changing. Soft light spread through the silent centre, Old worlds folded, new worlds entered, Truth moved quiet through the final measure, Love stayed whole when the self surrendered. I was the seeker, the scroll, the sentence, The wound, the wisdom, the fall, the lesson, The child, the father, the source, the question, The breath returning through all directions. Mind bent back through the mirror of ages, Ink bled gold through the sacred pages, No cage held what the soul kept chasing, Freedom came when the fear stopped naming. One light rising, one flame returning, One heart beating through all things turning, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. One light breathing, one soul becoming, One song singing through everyone running, Walk through darkness carrying the glow, The source was always the way back home. And when the final tablet dissolved into silence, No prophecy, no priest, no need for guidance, Only pure presence beyond all violence, The one remembering itself through kindness. The journey ended where the breath first started, Inside the stillness beneath the guarded, All things whole though they seem departed, One soul shining through the broken-hearted. So let the stars fall, let the worlds keep changing, Let the old forms fade while the light keeps blazing, Nothing is lost when the source keeps waking, Every soul returns through the song we’re making. One light rising, one flame returning, One heart beating through all things turning, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. One light breathing, one soul becoming, One song singing through everyone running, Walk through darkness carrying the glow, The source was always the way back home.