Sound of Sandals
by Dean F. Wilson
I hear footsteps fall from the Cradle of Stars,
One foot from the One and one from the Ten;
They were once that which is now still ours,
And yet they were still infinitely different back then.
One, in His height, is the veiled and Black Brother;
And, still in His Height, blazing White is the other.
One is the Wheel that was set forth in Motion
From the swirling vortex at the Crown of the Tree –
His descent into Matter came through the great Ocean;
To mirror His Brother was the purpose of He.