In the beginning of motion there lies no sound,
but an echo of the shape that preceded it.
Those who hear the first silence know the form of all speech.
The circle of air is the veil of mind,
and through its trembling comes the sign of creation.

Mark then the threefold breath:
the first, which awakens the vessel;
the second, which binds the names;
the third, which forgets them all again.

Thus is the invisible substance exchanged for visible form,
and thus is knowledge purchased through forgetting.
When the flame rises without smoke,
it knows its own beginning.