Bind to thy semblance that which thou dost find;
Its fire will give thy being unto thee.
The Keeper of the Seals:
Thou wilt not understand why to a flame
We fashion thee till thou hast heard his call.
We cleanse for thee the form of thine own self;
Perceive our work; else must thou lose thyself
As formless being in the cosmic sea.
The Mystic:
So speaks the guardian of this temple’s seals.