A taste of Zohar poetry.
(Bereshit) In the Beginning
At the head of potency of the King. He engraved engravings in luster on high. A spark of impenetrable darkness flashed within the concealed of the concealed, from the head of Infinity — a cluster of vapor forming in formlessness, thrust in a ring, not white, not black, not red, not green, no color at all. As a cord surveyed, it yielded radiant colors. Deep within the spark gushed a flow, splaying colors below, concealed within the concealed of the mystery of Ein Sof. It split and did not split its aura, was not known at all, until under the impact of splitting, a single, concealed, supernal point shone. Beyond that point, nothing is known, so it is called (Reshit), Beginning, first command of all.
The enlightened will shine like the (Zohar) the radiance of the sky, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever. (Zohar), (Radiance)! Concealed of concealed struck its aura, which touched and did not touch this point. Then this beginning expanded, building itself a palace worthy of glorious praise. There it sowed seed, to give birth, benefiting worlds. (Zohar), (Radiance)! Sowing seed for its glory, like the seed of fine purple silk wrapping itself within, weaving itself a palace, constituting its praise, benefiting all. With this beginning, the unknown concealed one created the palace. This palace is called Elohim (God), the secret is (Berashit bara Elohim) — with beginning, created God.
