Pleasure Of Light
© Surazeus
2017 10 04
While floating on my back in the dark lake
I feel beams of sunlight thread through my cells
on piercing needles of knowledge that spark
endless visions of bodies which transform
nine stages of evolution through eggs,
sperm to worm to fish to lizard to mouse
to monkey to man to angel to god,
in fertile reproduction of our souls.
When I at last transform into a god,
with flaming wings that spin white puffy clouds
into wild thunder-blasting hurricanes
that flash strikes of lightning into dark souls,
I want to dance across tall city towers
of steel and glass, forged from granite bones
of dinosaurs, and orchestrate swift flight
of molecules that spiral through the web
of neurons sparkling in our dreaming brains.
But I am nothing more than mortal fool,
wide-eyed dreamer of ideal paradise
encased in fragile shell of skeleton
stuffed with meat and vessels pumping hot blood,
imaginative spirit trapped in flesh
of tangled neurons flashing memories
to generate world-view vision of truth
like a soap bubble beaming rainbow eyes.
While walking on the singing beach of time
I see the face of every breathing soul
who ever woke with dreaming brain of hope
in history of this spinning ball of dirt,
eyes drinking streams of light to generate
hologram that reflects real perceived world,
and so I sing their names in whirling wind
to weave persona masks on tapestry
recording epic tale of conscious life.
I crawl over mud under gleaming sun,
eyes searching for shapes in colorful blurs,
and follow the scent of water to find
shimmering pool of delicious delight
where I float in timeless motion of change
as waves of liquid envelope my soul
and cleanse aching sorrow of hungry fear
so all I know is the pleasure of light.
While staring at white clouds, I laugh amused
because my brain always attempts to see
creatures alive in ever-shifting shapes,
causing me to understand with insight
how my ancestors thought huge clouds were gods,
so I gaze beyond illusion I design
at the clouds themselves to see their true essence,
swirling clumps of water vapor congealed
in elaborate shifting patterns of fractals,
water drops that beam light into my soul.
© Surazeus
2017 10 04
While floating on my back in the dark lake
I feel beams of sunlight thread through my cells
on piercing needles of knowledge that spark
endless visions of bodies which transform
nine stages of evolution through eggs,
sperm to worm to fish to lizard to mouse
to monkey to man to angel to god,
in fertile reproduction of our souls.
When I at last transform into a god,
with flaming wings that spin white puffy clouds
into wild thunder-blasting hurricanes
that flash strikes of lightning into dark souls,
I want to dance across tall city towers
of steel and glass, forged from granite bones
of dinosaurs, and orchestrate swift flight
of molecules that spiral through the web
of neurons sparkling in our dreaming brains.
But I am nothing more than mortal fool,
wide-eyed dreamer of ideal paradise
encased in fragile shell of skeleton
stuffed with meat and vessels pumping hot blood,
imaginative spirit trapped in flesh
of tangled neurons flashing memories
to generate world-view vision of truth
like a soap bubble beaming rainbow eyes.
While walking on the singing beach of time
I see the face of every breathing soul
who ever woke with dreaming brain of hope
in history of this spinning ball of dirt,
eyes drinking streams of light to generate
hologram that reflects real perceived world,
and so I sing their names in whirling wind
to weave persona masks on tapestry
recording epic tale of conscious life.
I crawl over mud under gleaming sun,
eyes searching for shapes in colorful blurs,
and follow the scent of water to find
shimmering pool of delicious delight
where I float in timeless motion of change
as waves of liquid envelope my soul
and cleanse aching sorrow of hungry fear
so all I know is the pleasure of light.
While staring at white clouds, I laugh amused
because my brain always attempts to see
creatures alive in ever-shifting shapes,
causing me to understand with insight
how my ancestors thought huge clouds were gods,
so I gaze beyond illusion I design
at the clouds themselves to see their true essence,
swirling clumps of water vapor congealed
in elaborate shifting patterns of fractals,
water drops that beam light into my soul.
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