Tetra Heads Of A Three-Dimensional World Glowing Quadro Poem by Erhard Hans Josef Lang

What makes the seer see more than all the other seeing ones is
What, by his composure and far-sightedness,
Renders those other seers versus him merely one-eyed, if not to say blind,
- More like wonderfully awed by this grand surprise
Touch-down on the surface of miraculous Earth than
Focusing in on an overwhelming underlying
Beauty of the magic carpet of
Cosmic texture, into which every form of life and thing is secretly woven into,
And from where one could actively start participating in
Enhancing this greatest framed picture of creation in cosmos,
When envisioned,
Without falling out of line with the basic theme song at hand.

The most stalwart organs' play, so to speak, gets
Wasted thin, when short of their players'
Acumen and aspiration for best ends and
Perfection.

Eyes ought to open up to a secret red thread seen running through
The patterns of beauty in the world
For the ones looking out from them to be
Blooming into singular lotus-like flowers of
Vision, who are to
Grace the Earth's lake of life with pure waters ever
Gushing in directly from the spring of love beats of a
HEART that is all too eager to
Strive and break through and
SEE for itself, HEAR for itself... -
The blind root core organ, as it were, reaching out for its embrace of the world,
By every fibre of the body.

The tender plant of intuition needs to be tended to
With loving care and cherished.

Great oraclers first thing
Whenever they hold an appearance on their summit
Light up their torches with inner flames rising heavenward.

But the vessel that holds the
Dissective inspective fire -
The fire that is You and I - must be
Filled up, filled up from within as from without,
Filled with the fermentation of a
Salubrious compost,
gained out of the dross of
One's hazardous venture into
The life of nature.

Life is too wonderful not to try and make the best of it.

Out of divine visions creation is born.
Humans are heads of creation.