Chapter 3 God of the Earth (Part 3)

second god Cease your eager cry, Hold back the breath of your fiery soul, For infinite ears are deaf, The sky doesn't care. we are beyond reach, We are supreme, Between us and infinite eternity, nothing but nothingness, Apart from our invisible passions, and their motives. You pray to the unknown, The unknown wraps itself in a drifting fog and resides in your soul. Yes, In your soul your Savior sleeps, In his sleep he sees what your waking eyes cannot see. That is the secret of our existence. Will you leave the unharvested crop, In a hurry to till the land of your dreams again?

Why do you hide in this sparsely populated place, a desolate place, And cover yourself with your cloud, - seek you among all your followers, And look forward to the moment when I embrace you under the shade? Be patient and look down on the world. Focus on your beloved unweaned children. The earth is your dwelling place, the earth is your throne; High above man's loftiest dreams, You hold his fate in your hands. You shouldn't have abandoned him, The one who struggles to reach you out of joy and pain. You don't turn your back on him when faced with the desire in his eyes.

first god Did Dawn take the Heart of Night into her heart? Or, does the sea care about its corpse? Like the dawn, my soul rises within me, Naked without any involvement. Like the never-ending ocean, My heart forsakes man and the rotten grass of the earth. I will not long for that which clings to me, I want to rise as high as I can. third god Bros!Behold, brothers! They met!Two star-like souls meet in the sky. In silence they gazed at each other, He no longer sings, But the sun-baked throat still trembles for the song; The dance of joy fell silent in her limbs, But did not fall asleep.

Bros!My strange brothers! The night is getting darker, the moonlight is brighter, Between the grassland and the sea, A feverish voice calls out to you and me. second god Being, sublimating, burning in the blazing sun, live, watch in the night of the living, As Orion watches us! Hold high the crowned head to the winds that are everywhere, Healing human ailments with our tidal-free breath, The tent maker sits brightly by his loom, The potter turns his wheel indifferently, But we, sleepless omniscient ones, Freed from guesswork and speculation. We don't stop or wait to think,

We are above all difficulties. Be satisfied!Let the dream go. Let's go to sea like river boats, And not hurt by the edge of the reef. When we reach her heart and blend with it, We will no longer argue and argue about tomorrow. first god oh!The never-ending agony of divination! This is the disobedience that leads day to dusk and night to dawn! This is forever a wave of memory and forgetting! This cultivation that sows destiny and reaps only hope! This monotonous and unchanging ascension that drags the ego from the dirt into the clouds! Just because of the desire for the earth, I fall with the desire for the earth,

Likewise, look for clouds and mist out of a higher desire! This is an infinite measurement of time! Must my soul become the sea, Its torrents crash against each other forever, Or become a sky where winds and hurricanes race? If I were human, a blind fragment, I will be patient with all this. Or if I were God Most High, The supreme God who fills the emptiness of men and gods, I must be satisfied. But you and I are neither human nor higher than us. We are only dawn or dusk, always appearing and disappearing, Between horizon and horizon. We are but gods, supporting the world and being supported by the world,

When fate blows the trumpet, voices and music come from afar, I betrayed.I would like to use up my strength. I would like to disappear far from your sight, from this silent youth — our brother — disappears from memory; He sits beside us, Gazing at the distant valley, Although his lips moved, no sound came out. third god I'm talking, my careless brothers! I do speak, but you only hear your own words. I invite you to see your glory, and mine, But you turn away, close your eyes, and shake your thrones. You emperors, wanting to rule the upper and lower realms, self-humbling god,

Their yesterdays envy your tomorrows forever, self-weary god, Will vent your passion with words, Strike our planet with thunderbolts! Our feud is but the sound of the ancient lyre, The strings have long been forgotten by his fingers, He created Orion for the harp and Pleiades for the mirror. even now, When you murmur and rumble, His harp is vibrating, his burnt cords are beating, I implore you to listen to his song. behold!Man and woman, fire on fire, Blend in incandescent ecstasy. The rhizome sucks the breast of the purple earth, Brilliant flowers bloom on the breast of the sky,

We are the purple breasts, We are this immortal sky. our soul, even the soul of life, Your soul and mine dwell tonight in burning throats, Clothes the maiden's carcass with dancing waves. Your kingship cannot rule this fate, Your boredom is only due to your ambition. All this is smeared in the passion of a man and a girl. second god Yes, what is the love of this man and woman? Look!How the east wind dances with her light feet, How the west wind resonates with his singing. Look!Our holy will is on the throne, When a singing soul yields to a dancing body. first god I will not look down upon the vanity of the earth,

nor look down on its children in the slow pain you call love. what is love? Only the muffled drums wrapped to guide the sweet and ever-changing procession, Toward another chronic pain? I will never look down. look what's there Except the man and woman in the forest? The forest grows and seeks to trap them; They may renounce themselves, and their parents' creations, For our unborn tomorrow. third god O pain of knowledge, The starless canopy of prying and questioning, with which we cover the earth; And challenge the endurance of human beings! We put a thing of wax under a stone,

Say, this is a pottery, Let it seek its doom in the dirt. We will hold a flame in our hands, Said in the heart, this is the fragment of our way home, The breath that escapes from our breath, now between our hands and our lips, Become a more intense fragrance. god of the earth my brothers! Even on the mountaintops we are bound by the earth, Through man's longing for a golden age in human destiny. Shall our wisdom draw beauty from his eyes? Will our normative restraints restrain his passions, which become quiet, or tend towards ours? How would your rational army garrison its soldiers in love? And how does love station its ranks in them? Those who are conquered by love, On them galloped the chariot of love from sea to mountain, From the mountains to the sea, They stood, until now still in a shy half embrace. In petals they breathe the divine fragrance, Soul to soul, they seek the soul of life, On their eyelids lies a prayer towards you and towards me. Love is a night bowed to the holy boudoir, It is a land that turns the grassland into a kingdom of heaven, Turn all the stars into a sky of fireflies. Verily, we transcend all, We are supreme. But love transcends our doubts, It soars above our song. second god Hurt looking for a distant star, but don't want to think about it The star where your body lives? the universe has no center Except where ego joins ego, Beauty was the place of the witnesses and priests. Notice!Beauty falls between our feet, Beauty fills our hands to shame our lips. The most distant is the nearest. Where beauty lingers is where everything is. O dreamy proud brother! Come back to us from the edge of Time Oak! Free your feet from timeless and timeless, Live with us in safety. This dwelling has been built, brick by stone, by your hands and ours. Take off your cloak of worry and walk with us, Be masters of the green, warm young earth. first god Altar of eternity! Do you really need a god to be your sacrifice tonight? So now, here I am, to dedicate my passion and my pain. look! The dancer, carved out of our ancient desires, The singer is singing my own song in the wind. In that dance, in that song, a god was slain within me. The divine mind hidden in my chest and ribs is calling for my divine mind floating in the atmosphere. The abyss of humanity that troubles me calls out to divinity, The beauty we have sought from the beginning calls out to divinity, Listen, I have weighed this cry, and now I obey. Beauty is a way to the self that kills itself, Strike your strings, I will go this way, It leads forever to another dawn. third god Love wins! The pure white and tender green of love lie by the lake, Love's pride and majesty in tower or balcony; Love in the garden or in the desert desert, Love is our king and master It is not the wanton exhaustion of the flesh, nor the collapse of desire — when desire wrestles with ego; Nor is it the body that takes up arms against the soul. Love never rebels. It left for the sacred forest a path trodden by ancient fates, Sing and dance its secrets in the face of eternity. Love is youth freed from chains, Men are freed from the mire, The woman is warmed by the fire, By the flames of a sky higher than our heaven. Love is a series of laughter in the heart. It's a wild rush, Calm you so you wake up. It is another new dawn on the land, One that has not yet reached your eyes, Has reached the day of its greater heart. Bros!my brothers! The bride comes from the heart of the dawn, The bridegroom came from dusk.A wedding is taking place in the valley, a day so vast that it is too rich to describe. second god it goes like this, from the first morning Pushing the plains to mountains and valleys, it goes like this, Until the last sunset. Our roots have sprouted flying branches in the valley, We are the flowers of the song that ascended to the heights. The eternal and the dying are twin rivers calling to the sea. There is no void between calling and calling, The void exists only in the ear. Time makes our hearing more reliable, And give it more desire. Only a dying doubt can silence the sound, We are beyond doubt. Humans are children of our younger hearts. Humans are gods slowly emerging; Between his joy and pain, Lying our sleep, and its dreams. first god Let the singers sing, Let the dancer spin her feet, give me a moment's satisfaction, Let my soul rest tonight. Occasionally I may slumber, slumber, and gaze upon a brighter world and beings that give my mind more astral light. third god now i will get up, Free yourself from time and space, I will dance on the untrodden land, The dancer's feet will dance with my feet; I will sing in the higher skies, Human voices will tremble in my voice. We shall pass through the twilight and perhaps wake up at the dawn of another world. But love lives on, its fingerprints will not be erased. Blessed furnace burns, sparks fly, Every spark is a sun to us, The most correct and wisest move is to: Find a shaded corner, and sleep in the divinity of our earth, Let love, human and fragile, To govern the days to come.