The Prophet Ii Poem by Vedanth Bhatnagar

And The Creation, which He hadst created, whence His Breath
Floweth, now rose and expanded, within His realm of Grey Curtains,
And there wert later realms of small formed, realms of utter magnificence,
Of these realms, knew the Souls of His realm of Grey,
And, within these realms wert His Children, who loveth Him
More than their souls, and didst long for Him; but, of these realms, wast one, younger than
All of the realms of small, but, His Magnificence hadst foreseen
Its glory, and hadst hence, connected His Infinity, of majesty,
To this young realm, for He indeed loveth this young realm,
Of His Love, for eall, is no doubt, but He hadst seen this realm
As the best, of Realms of His Breath; And, in time wert to come, the
Greatest of His Children, and eall Souls of His Realm,
Hadst hence bless'd it, on this realm of small, and wouldst
Those Souls, that wert yet to come, love him the most,
Love of The Divine, wouldst also be shower'd,
O'er these and this, and this realm wouldst be, which is not now,
The Center Of Bless'd Souls, and, also, The School, where eall
His Children, wouldst come, and thence learn, His Ways unknown,
And evolve, and reach Him, the Lord of Eall, but it wast not now,
For this wast not the time,
But those Souls, that wert yet to come, wert present, in this Magnificent Realm
Of His Breath, and wert the Greatest Of the Souls Of His Divine Realm,
And they travelled, to and from His Realm Of Grey, and knew, not eall,
But most of Him and His, hence they wert to come to this Realm of Small,
And, henceforth, wouldst begin the attainment of life,
In this Universe, of His Holy Breath,
And wouldst come, many beings of the glory of His thought,
And reside, in this realm of His thoughtless thought,
And whilst He remained in The empt of His realm,
His Latent motion, of the Creation Of His Energy Divine,
Brought, also, the unknown, the beauty of The Creation,
Whence, the Creator manifests as The Creation itself;

And, henceforth, from the sightless, to the beauteous,
From the gloom, to the resplendent,
Arose a world, of which wast unthought,
By those of His Realm, and wert in delight,
For, they hadst not seen a world, of such magnificence,
In His Own Realm, and this wast the youngest, and
All those Bless'd and to be, wert to come here,
To whence, His Divinity, wast to form all matter and Life,
And, crystallized, to form the lifeless, to Life,
And, this young'st world evolved, where beings of their own consciousness,
Were born...