Heaven Breathes.
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 ages our zeitgeist to my eyes,
He has set the Universe in my mind,
And you cannot tell what He does, +22
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 pointing the A and B and C and D,
And the 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 of the World to the Adam,+16
A Breeze Stirs in the World,
Heaven Breathes,+ 8
There is a mind in man,
But does humanity truly breathe?
Heaven breathes,
Heaven breathes on the Earth,
And the Bride is Inspired,
The Sun breathes,
And the Moon breathes too,
And in the Day and Night the Heavens shape the Earth,+ 11
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 turned blood,
And swell like wine on the Earth inspiring with the madness of carnage,
And lit our age,
On on the Wheels of Fire and Thunder our zeitgeist was fashioned,+12
And it was passed dusk,
And I was close to the Mountain and the Sky and the Calf,
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 + 5
And Her blood ran in torrents on Her Face,
In the Pool of Her blood,
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 Shading for the Earth,
It was the Sunset,
It was the Night Falling,
And the 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 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 and material heaping up,
For a Potter’s new designs and thing and work,
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 my soul is lit your soul lit up like a sun,
And you certainly are not Saul,
Nor are you Jude or Jule 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? +14
I have the Solstice under the belt,
My sun burns through the Midnight,
Through the small hours,
The Northern Lights 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,
And I see the nakedness of humanity,
And our technology,
And cultivations before the Heavens,
I am looking at you from under the Tree,
And massive dark clouds wrapping the Sun up in their subsatnce,
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,
Reared and flare flying with fury towards Earth,
And humanity fell like like leaves at Fall,
Or brushwood withered by the wildfires that sweep through in Summer,
Littering the Earth with +32their slaughter,+2
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+2
In the Shade and Boughs of the Tree they carried on+3
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.+10.
(C)Fritz Ampon.
Fritz Ampon:The Poet. 