In the beginning

WHEN THE KING conceived ordaining, he engraved engravings in the lustre on high. A blinding spark flashed within the concealed of the concealed from the mystery of the Infinite, a cluster of vapour in formlessness, set in a ring, not white, not black, not red, not green, no colour at all. When a band spanned, it yielded radiant colours.
Deep within the spark gushed a flow, imbuing colours below,
concealed within the concealed of the mystery of the Infinite.
The flow broke through and did not break through its aura.
It was not known at all until, under the impact of breaking through,
one high and hidden point shone. Beyond that point, nothing is known.
So it is called Beginning.

“The enlightened will shine like the zohar of the sky, and those who make the masses righteous will shine like the stars forever and ever.”

Zohar, concealed of the concealed, struck its aura. The aura touched and did not touch this point. Then Beginning emanated, building itself a glorious palace. There it sowed the seed of holiness
to give birth for the benefit of the universe.

Zohar, sowing a seed of glory like a seed of fine purple silk.
The silkworm wraps itself within, weaving itself a palace.
This palace is its praise, a benefit to all.

With Beginning, the unknown concealed one created the palace, a palace called God. The secret is: “With Beginning, ______ _________ created God.”