The earth is flat
the earth is round
and if it’s round it can be both
go gather wood, we need it
the sky a flat sheet with a hole
and many smaller ones as well
each moving one direction
different speeds for some,
behind, the mother photon fused
its babies
fuse is the word, spread out,
some kindling too we need
Hear this, the earth is neither,
not flat, nor round, but sphere
as if reflecting rays of light
float on the watery skin of
bubbles blown from soap and water
their inside filled with air, so too
the continents float on the inside
of spherical bubble,
hence the air can not escape
each living with a problem throws it away
and so it hits another on the head
go forth and cut the forests down
need all the wood that we can get
the straight ones raise as poles
one end set in the ground
Hear this, the earth is sphere
continents swim, yet without sinking
the earth is cube, we all know that
the earth is tube,
how could it be?
the earth multifaceted shape
grown from the difference in opinion
how many poles we need?
set one for each
see all the different kinds of wood
none is alike, rich textures, grain and density
tolerance is a forest
but now we’ve cut it down
Each tie another to a pole
both, on the wrists and ankles
The earth is
is what?
is is enough
Who can tie me?
none there to tie me on the pole,
as all are tied
I’ll help to tie you
Is the earth?
The Earth is love
impossible
love has no contradictions
no high and low,
no cold and hot,
no wet and dry
Love is a spark
made from a stick of life,
a tree is life
two lives make love
like this, drill one hard stick
into another, softer,
turn one, the other heats
there is the spark
blow gently, give it life
born as a flame, this is the purity of love
three things love needs
if it is flame
part of life or of life once lived,
heat, and the breath of life, that’s it
and in consuming purify
the heretics within
That is correct, the flame of love
ignite the kindling first
and then the gathered wood that’s stacked under your feet,
to reach in loving arms
towards you, all embracing,
purity be that’s left
Are we to burn as heretics?
The flame of love can not consume you otherwise.
I’m glad to know, go throw your flame
my trust be in the flame of love,
and so is mine, me too, and I,
bring flame to kindling we prepared
The flame thrown to the kindling,
ignites around a ring of fire
singe the constrains on legs and arm,
all free to go, none moves away,
each standing firm, holding their pole
if there is heretic within, then burn it out,
so let it be
one to the other smiles and knows,
united in a ring of love
can never cause us agony
Two hours pass, all still alive,
day turned to night
the one who threw the flame is cold
all others stand on glowing warmth
Dead trees unable to breathe out,
even at night can not give life
the flame must die
the smoldering glow gives warmth
charcoal be left
Each steps from piled up corpse of trees
to thank the thrower of the flame
loving embrace to share their warmth
with one who shivers needing
The flames of love are gone,
dead trees are not in need
yet in each heart forever
love does not know defeat
© Heinz Ross, Gold Coast, Australia
28 Nov 2008
