| The Innocence of the Frog | |
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| The world of fire divides into world of light into world of rock into world of community all in the word. | and world of faith and world of monument and world of division |
| Take the hammer of word to this stone split the shale's back until her cloven fragments lie upon the table reading fish bone, fish scale, traceries of bony fin black residues of an ambiguous reality symbols for an inserted world. | |
| Next the hammerhead of spring rain its word summoning the sleeping frog up out of rest in baked earth. Waking, settled into this reality the frog round as rain or hammerhead waits in silence. Slotted eyes survey patient as noon. | |
| Listen down the divide and to its echoes: The frog yields to motion Flowers from stone salt becoming crystal brilliant is the crystal crystals elaborate a natural beauty crystal serves | fossil cannot move flowering turned stone savior becomes stone mantled in stone the stone towering over above a stony absolution |
| Not so innocent is our knowledge of fossil and frog. Struck upwards our Madonna rises from ashes toward ashes a phoenix of stone feathered in carved garments. The two seducing youths, mother, son beckon from their supporting pillar the capital chiseled in ominous overmastery. Oh! Do not doubt for the living fire pulls. | |
| The frog spurns yesterday the dancing flies on the pond the spider stripped from a blade of grass are irrelevant in their singularity will not be celebrated in carved image for the frog knows nothing of idols incantations nor meanings burned into ancient configurations of winter stars. | |
| Motion is perilous in this world. Do not move! Stay still as Madonnas still as the stone the fish in shale. No crystalline beauty moves the frog's eye to higher purpose colors serve his tongue only his throat bulges with lust in midnight air. | |
| These are his calls, and there the echoes All here are beautiful The beauty is in the reality The real need no symbols The frog enters earth and lives on receiving light always | This beauty is all All beauty is the symbol Symbols feed on reality The fossil enters air and disintegrates here eternal fury |
| Rock melts at the center flows outward and thus exhumed will take new form river its message of change. Cold fire settles within its crystals. Fragments unite and the word alters seeks out a new understanding. | |
| Touched by molten lava's flow a lone tree darkens blazes and is borne under. But the frog endures ignorant as cloud and thunderclap while the phoenix fallen has ended its cycle | |
| Certain as the word echoes Burning Nature forms The frog Preying | Burning Man forms Hammered stone Praying |
| Is the word. | |