17th Terrace
when an eagle rises into the heavens it feels the change of warm air under it's wings as it lifts without any measure to its grace and majesty that is under a heavenly view of the last corner in heaven taken under the eye that is yielding the tops of each mountain for tomorrows leap of faith from its own garden separated and fruitful.
when heaven opens up and then shuts like a falling star in the heaven then up from the the top of the garden will one fall from the mountain and then rise out of the waters and sing the songs of God the inherits of the garden from around and the gardens to each others gate. that hurls an egg over a wall and into a mouth of a red dragon that catches it and then helps it crawl from the ground unto the mountain top.
the thought of Heaven is the gardens burning within the cleansing and the new gardens to grow side by side and one for each other that holds on to the true fruit of it's garden given to everybody who enters with passion for it and knowledge.
God is the hand of man and the sculptor of God's New Heaven and the potter wheeling the vessels into the burning under heaven and fires of Her name burned upon our chest and upon the garden twice. once that were flowing from under her emotions and another that were heaped and hurled upon our head as the oven was prepared the world got small because they only needed each other and then expanded for their privacy.
it was the year of 1994 and there were two types of ants(medium) walking side by side one went downwards the other upwards and the ones going up were being eaten by birds native to below or southern Arizona. these ants also walked in a line underneath a barbecue pit one late evening that had a cracked rusty bottom and they would walked underneath long ways as coal was being heaped upon their heads. i write because birds and ants have given me great signs from heaven.