Absolut emptiness
no colour no form no substance
it is form me
that all this desilation proceeds

so it has been ever
so must it ever be

from me pour down the fires of life continually uponm the earth from me flow down the river of water oil and me
therefor am I lonely and horrible

upon this unprofitable throne

I am the who was befor the beginning
and in my desolation I cried aloud saying
let me behold the conutenace in the concave of the abyss
it was black and empty and distored that was (once) invisible and pure

so it has been ever
so must i ever be

from me comes forth the wind that beares the seed of all upon it's bosom
from me comes forth the earth in her unspeakable variety
all comes from me naught comes to me
I am lonely and horrible upon his throne