“The abyss calls upon the abyss with the voice of Your waterfalls; all Your waters and Your waves passed over me.”

Oh, great Altai! O golden one!

In my ekphrasis I address you. I ask for your blessing, O ancient Guardian of Al-Secret.

Like Lev Gumilyov,

“I read poetry to dragons, Waterfalls and clouds.

I love like an Arab in the desert Falls down to the water and drinks,

And not the knight in the picture, What looks at the stars and waits.”

My ekphrasis is similar to the Al-Secret Doctrine, and here it is:

The picture seems to be from another world, the mirror shine and beauty of otherworldly flowers. Lightning pierces the pupil - a diamond strike, without much preamble. A sizzling war of ideas, brilliant vimanas hovering above it. Aurora caught fire in the horizon, the sad knight threw away the Grail. The last trumpet sound was made by the Merry Dude. The golden dragonfly cut it. We fall into the opening abyss. God Himself, with a hot hand, takes our souls out of our guts. And we will turn into the uncreated light, like the angels we will rise forever... and the black cross is everywhere!

There are shadows everywhere! Your soul, Al-Taina...

Your soul is Elysium of Shadows!

“Silent, light and beautiful shadows, Not the thoughts of this violent time,
Neither the joys nor the sorrows are involved..."