The Great Form is Without Shape

All life long you are unhanding unhanding and unhanding what was handed you. All life long you throw out the line of life. You throw out the line, stinging up from your guts. Were they planting trees, your father and your mother? Did they ever plant? Is that a line of trees far away green line? All life long you include something that includes your life. You are in the egg. ( In the center of a picture, two angels hold a transparent crystal egg of teardrop shape. In the egg the ocean god is throned, left leg crossed over right, trident in right hand. Under his outstretched arms two children or little people stand, a boy at his right, a girl at his left. The boy’s head is crowned with a sun, the girl’s, with a crescent moon. That’s the middle level of the picture. At the top a blazing sun with human features dominates the vertical axis. At the bottom a man and a woman kneel on either side a furnace, man to the right of the furnace, woman to the left. In the furnace itself, directly below the egg containing the god, is suspended a similar egg, empty. ) All life long the dew falls from heaven all life long trees climb up from underground waters. In the seed of the old god the new gods are swarming. Earth is ready for planting. The shut eye is opening. The heat.