I am that I am, the flame
Hidden in the sacred ark.
I am the unspoken name,
I the unbegotten spark.
I am He that ever goet,
Being in myself the Way;
Known, that yet no mortal knoweth,
Shown that yet no mortal showeth,
I, the child of night and day,
I am never-dying youth.
I am Love, and I am Truth.
I am the creating Word,
I the author of the aeon;
None but I have ever heard
Echo in the empyrean
Plectron of the primal paeon!
I am the eternal one
Winged and white, the flowering rod,
I the fountain of the sun,
Very God of Very God!
I am he that lifteth up
Life, and flingeth it afar;
I have filled the crystal cup;
I have sealed the silver star.
I the wingless God that flieth
Through my firmamental fame,
I am he that daily dieth,
And is daily born again.
