Where were the builders, the luminous sons of Manvantaric dawn? . . . In the unknown darkness in their Ah-hi Paranishpanna. The producers of form from no-form — the root of the world — the Devamatri and Svabhavat, rested in the bliss of non-being.
Where was silence? Where the ears to sense it? No, there was neither silence nor sound; naught save ceaseless eternal breath, which knows itself not.
The hour had not yet struck; the ray had not yet flashed into the Germ; the Matripadma had not yet swollen.
Her heart had not yet opened for the one ray to enter, thence to fall, as three into four, into the lap of Maya.
The seven sons were not yet born from the web of light. Darkness alone was father-mother, Svabhavat; and Svabhavat was in darkness.
These two are the Germ, and the Germ is one. The Universe was still concealed in the Divine thought and the Divine bosom