Heaven Breathes. Read Count : 134

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A breeze stirs out of the Tree:

Heaven Breathes;

And the Waves Stir,

The Wind Blows,

I inspire,

And the light streaming in,

A fire erupts in my mind,

Spikes of waves,

Sweeping through my psyche,

A sun irradiates my soul,

And from my soul lights up,

The Heaven and Earth 

And the  ages,

And our zeitgeist,

To my eyes,

He has set the Universe in my mind,

And you cannot tell what He does,

But you see what I do,

Heaven breathes,

And I inspire,

It is not I who breathe,

I have no breath,



A Golden Finger reaching out of the Sky,

Touches the index finger on the Earth,

And waves of lightning running through the arms,

Through the brachial plexus,

And the thorax,

Along the cervical spine and the neck,

Catches fire in the limbic,

Blazing up the cortex,

The Master,

Breaking down the World,

And His Pieces,

In A and B and C and D,

And 1 and 2 and 3 and 4,

To  Adam,


A Breeze Stirs in the World,

Heaven Breathes,

And there is a mind in man,

But does humanity truly breathe?

Heaven breathes,

Heaven breathes on the Earth,

And the Bride, 

Your Husband,

The Head of a Pride,

Breathing,

Inspiring,

When the Boughs Stir,

When the Wind Blows,


The Sun breathes,

And the Moon breathes too,

And in the Day,

And in the Night,

In the Light,

And in the Darkness,

The Heavens shape the Earth,

And a Breeze stirs from the Tree,

Currents and Waves stir out the Tree,

Under which Newton sits and reflects,

The inspiration enters the mind,

Eve's eyes lighting her to the World,

The Wind blows from the Heavens,

And the Dark Boughs and Arms of the Tree swish back and forth,

And the thick Foliage and Branches opening and parting,

My lights see a Serpent,

My eyes see a Dragon 

In the Branches of the Fruits that the Knowledge bears,

And a fruit from the Tree,

Or from the Sky,

Falls on me,

Like Newton,

Whilst he reflected under the Shade of the Tree,

And I saw also a Dragon's breath,

Drift like lightning,

And smoke,

And darkness from Sinai,

 Into the mind of Einstein,

And the Rhine and the Danube and many Waters turn blood,

And swell like wine on the Earth,

 Inspiring their nostrils with the madness of carnage,

A Dragon Breathes,

And a Dragon’s Breath,

A Light,

And a Fire,

Lighting  up our age,

On on the Wheels of Fire,

And on the Wheels of Thunder,

Our zeitgeist was fashioned,


And it was passed dusk,

And I was close to the Mountain,

And the Sky,

And the Lion,

And  the Calf,

Yule: Ule,

It was at the Sundown,

The Sky was Lowing,

And the Winds ravaging,

And the Earth was writhing in the Claws of a Lion,

And Her Body limp in the Clutches of a Beast,

And Her blood running  in torrents on Her Face,

Her Body and Constitution,

 Pillaged  and pulled apart,

The Earth lay in the Pool of Her Blood,

From Her BloodBath,

Darkness congealing over the Face of the Land,

And in the Grips of the Winds,

The Tree was shaking violently

And Its Falling Fruits,

Were piling all around the Shedding,

And knowledge was nolonger a Shading for the Earth,

They had lost their Cover,

The had lost the Sky,

Their Heaven had falling apart,

And the Earth was Naked before Her Husband,

It was the Sunset,

It was the Night Falling,

And the Reaper was home,

The Grim Reaper was home harvesting,

And I saw also a Fruit,

Flying like the Stones that whiz back and forth in the Heavens with Fire in their Tails,

Fall on the Woman at the Sunset,

The Thunderbolt of Thor striking home,

Ten million megatons of TNT taking out the Bull's Eye,

And obliterating the Target,

Humanity falling with a mighty sound,

An Axe from Above set to a mighty Tree,

Felling It into the Pool of Its blood,

And the Earth drowns in the Pool of the Blood of The Knowledge, 

The Inspiration of a Dragon,

The Fire that a Dragon breathes into the nostrils of Adam,

And lights Earth a Soul blazing like a Sun,

Earth Your own Sun,

Eating You like a Dragon Who takes back His Tail into His Mouth,

A Dragon eating His Word,

Taking back His Tail,

The Power He gave Earth,

And in a moment,

In one blinding Flash,

All their glory falling flat on the Field,

The Earth falling in the Pit of Her blood,

Gathering together as the dust and material in the Potter’s Hand,

Their Ashes for clay on the Field,

Heaping up as material,

For a Potter’s new designs and thing and work,

For a Bull's new cultivation,

The Old Firmament falling apart,

The Old Twilight passing into the Deep,

For cultivating a new Earth,

And fashioning a new Adam,

To live under a new Heaven,

To rule the new Earth,

And the Uroboros,

Is,

The Only Eternal Spirit,

Day and Night,

Is,

The Only Eternal Work,

And my soul is lit,

 And my soul is blazing,

Your soul lit up like a sun,

And you certainly are not Saul,

Nor are you Jude,

Or Yule,

Or Julius,

But you are certainly a Solomon,

I have the lamps of the Temple burning in your heart,

City on a hill,

Who can conceal your lights from the places in the valley?

I have the Solstice under the belt,

My sun burns through the Midnight,

And through the small hours,

The Northern Lights are in me,

And the Auroro Borealis burn in my portion,

I have the peace that the Vikings will clinch for you,

And I am a living mind,

And my mind blazing,

And my eyes lighting up the world to me,

I see the nakedness of humanity,

And our technology,

And our cultivations before the Heavens,

I am looking at you from under the Tree,

And massive dark Clouds,

Wrapping in the Sun,

In the Wealth of their Swarthy Material, 

The Sky turns dark,

Darkness covering the Heavens,

In one moment,

The Bull that cultivates is seized by the Madness of the Wood,

And Runs berserk,

Trampling and plowing humanity into the dust,

Razing the cultivation He has raised and planted to the ground,

And humanity and their work were like flowers on the Veld,

In a terrible Tumult of the Temperatures on the Face of the Sun,

Solar Winds are Agitated,

And the Tornados of Light,

The Hurricanes of Fire,

Rearing and flarring,

Fly with fury towards Earth,

And humanity fell like flies from a spray on the Field,

And humanity fell like  leaves on the Field  at Fall,

They were levelled,

Dust was reverted to Its Dust,

They were like Brushwood,

Through which the  Wildfires sweep in  Summer,

And wither,

Scythed by the Fiery Wind,

Slain by Fiery Wheels of Chronus,

They littered Earth with their slaughter,

And I looked into the eyes of Eve at our Aurora,

The irradiation from the Trio,

Entering her,

The deep delight of the taste of Knowledge electrified her soul,

And she was fiercely inspired,

Her mind burning like a sun,

Communicating the morning of humanity to the World,

And her fierily aroused soul imbuing in her the glorious taste of knowledge,

She saw the nakedness of our circumstances before the Heavens,

And making their cover under the Mighty Odum Tree,

Humanity took their first steps,

Under the Covering of the Sky,

And the Wings of the Sun they walked,

In the Shade and Boughs of the Tree,

They made their Sky and Heaven,

And their Sky and Heaven was set from Above,

Under the Sun and Moon,

They walked,

Stepping into the early hours of our days,

And working out the destiny of the man of the Earth,

Cultivating the Veld,

Covering the Face of the Woman,

With the Beauty of their Cultivation.

And their Cultivation and Glory,

Are Flowers on the Field.

And the Tree  

All along was their Sky,

The Tree was the Heaven of the Earth,

And Tree,

Is the Golden Finger,

That reaches down,

And touch my index finger,

In the opening,

Blazing up my Broca's and Wernicke's,

Sweeping spikes of waves through my lateral attention system,

Immortalizing me,

In  Caravagio's imagination,

And painting,

The Heaven,

Breathing..


(C)Fritz Ampon.

Comments

  • May 28, 2019

  • this is deep and excellently written. I love it

    May 28, 2019

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