The Incantation in the Red Book
Set the egg before you, the God in his beginning.
And behold it.
And incubate it with the magical warmth of your gaze.
Christmas has come. The God is in the egg.
I have prepared a rug for my God, an expensive red rug from the land of morning.
He shall be surrounded by the shimmer of magnificence of his Eastern land.
I am the mother, the simple maiden, who gave birth and did not know how.
I am the careful father, who protected the maiden.
I am the shepherd, who received the message as he guarded his herd
at night on the dark fields.
I am the holy animal that stood astonished and cannot grasp the
becoming of the God ..
I am the wise man who came from the East, suspecting the miracle from afar.
And I am the egg that surrounds and nurtures the seed of the God in me.
The Red Book