The Expansion - Poem by Elias Foukis
have stopped at a point
opposite or sideways to the mountains.
They have been riveted there by such a standard pose
that they have begun to be aware
they are very high
and it seems to them pointless
to involve themselves with the scaling of low mountains.
Despite all that
living quietly and long-term
this uncompromised spiritual situation
lately they have begun to feel a certain irritation
because no one is growing any longer.
All are following the way of the Earth!
And so mysterious, exotic in the light of the Moon
and rationally optimistic
easily read under the light of the Sun
and with the same Conviction
they pass into this brown band of the Earth
by means of which through the simple gravity
of protests over the Deserts
you can fall into the World of the Dead
but which has so easily and oddly
been called the...Way of God.
But God quarrels every day
with the very height of his sentiments
which are at an appalling distance from the Earth
and high up there...in that free field of action
seeing that the human presence is fruitless
they return and pay homage to the old Phantoms
made of tempests and winds
explaining that all things human
are of nothing more than earth.
Because God had long ago stopped existing
and you in order to avoid any kind of collision
with the unsurmountable walls of Ephemeral Existence
were lacking in the ambition to ascend...
no one is going to prevent you in any case.
But the most terrible thing is still
the decisive descent to Earth.
IÕm afraid...and indeed I feel sorry
for the people down there.
I see clearly that they do not understand
that the Divine Breath
does not allow for any second Breath
so that one might come face to face
with that sudden descent of God
to his old thoughts
which are now rising up to receive him
under the almighty flag
of scientific advancement
in order to inform him that the time has come
to incarnate in the Body of the Planet
that other Humanity...
Which will be this selfsame Humanity
which God recognises very well
from the day when the host of mortals
revealed that with all these oppositions
it was difficult...
thus free and beautiful to belong to oneÕs self...
which is also the reason for his birth.
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