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all is cold hard beauty, pain is never done |
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and we remain clothed in space |
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forming from space |
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space we come and return |
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and i saw within the mystery of god |
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in the midst of the southern breezes |
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a wondrously beautiful image |
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it had a human form and it's countenance was of such beauty |
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that i could have more easily gazed at the sun |
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than in that face |
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for a broad golden ring circled it's head |
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in this ring above the face there appeared a second countenance |
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like that of an elderly man |
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it's chin and beard resting on the crown of her first face |
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and on both sides of the figure a wing grew out of the shoulders |
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the wings rose above the face and were joined there |
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then at the top part of the wing on the curve appeared an eagle's head |
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it's eyes were like fire and in them the brilliance of angels streamed forth |
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from the mirror |
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on the part of the left wing's curve there was soothed a human head |
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which shone like the gleaming of the stars |
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both faces were turned towards the east |
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and from the shoulders of the figure a wing extended to it's knees |
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the figure was wrapped in a garment that shone like the sun |
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it's hands carried the lamb which shone like a brilliant day |
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the figure's feet trod upon a monster of black |
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a serpent had fastened it's teeth into it |
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and it's body was wound around the wound |
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it's tail extended to the left |
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it said "i am the highest in fiery power |
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i have kindled every spark of life |
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i am it, nothing that is deadly |
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i decided on all reality |
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with my wings i fly above this little world |
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with wisdom have i put the universe in order |
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i am the fiery life of essence |
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i am a flame beyond the beauty even of the meadows |
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it is i who gleam in the waters |
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it is i that burn in the sun |
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it is i that burn in the moon |
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it is i that burn in the stars |
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with every breeze as with invisible life that contains everything |
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it is i that awaken every thing to life |
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the air lives by turning green and being in bloom |
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and the waters flow as if they were alive |
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the sun lives in it's light and the moon is enkindled |
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after it's disappearance once again by the light |
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of the sun so that the moon is again revived |
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the stars too give the light with their beaming |
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i have established pilars that bear the entire globe |
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in the same way too the body envelopes the soul |
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and maintains it so that the soul will never blow away" |
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and all is cold hard beauty, pain is never done |
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never done |
