Choir Of Our Universe
© Surazeus
2017 12 17
I look inside the abyss of my heart
and see countless billions of flashing worlds,
teeming with conscious living souls, that spin
around all the stars of the universe.
This strange quotidian multitude of souls
that bubbles from the hot chemical soup
of countless worlds, spinning so far apart
in the void, nourishes my heart with love.
I lounge in safe phrontistery of truth
to gaze at twinkling stars so far away
till I can see the individual souls,
on each distant world, looking back at me.
The rich diversity of conscious life
who rise from lake of dreams at dawn of time
explore their strange worlds that mirror our own
since we live in one vast galactic sea.
How vulnerable we are, fragile life forms
composed of atoms that pulse with desire
when molecules interact through weird flash
of electrons that spiral carbon rings.
No conscious spirit designs or creates
this proton-woven tapestry of worlds
but God is transgender spirit of life
who divides itself into male and female.
The single cell spirit who first evolved
in the warm chemical womb of the ocean
mutates into sperm who swims swift toward light
and egg who preserves souls of our ancestors.
When transgender God, first mother egg cell,
divides itself into thousands of eyes,
we seek some mate unlike our own gene coil
so we can weave new spirit in the brain.
Split from ourselves, in the transforming womb
of mothers who weave our bodies from matter,
we seek the other half of our mirrored mind
so we can engender new dreaming souls.
Born in the communal group of gendered souls,
we organize ourselves around wise leader
who plays the role of God that we designed
based on our highest values of good action.
When honest gods rule based on principles
of social interaction to achieve
greatest good for each person in our tribe
we thrive to populate the wilderness.
When cruel gods rule based on entitlement
of blood inheritance, to maintain state
of power for their own good over all others,
we stagnate to wander the sterile waste land.
When sperm of the father will fertilize
egg of the mother through pleasant desire
eternal tribal soul will reincarnate
in the fetus who transforms into new person.
I feel every planet, that teems with life
in the vast shimmering sea of pulsing stars,
spinning bright through the neurons of my brain
to populate the abyss with our love.
From beach to grove to cave to ziggurat
to palace to castle to house I move
through labyrinth of doors to find the gate
where children play secure in paradise.
I feel them in the abyss of my heart,
every world that will ever foster life
sparkling alphabet to transmit their dreams
as we sing in choir of our universe.
© Surazeus
2017 12 17
I look inside the abyss of my heart
and see countless billions of flashing worlds,
teeming with conscious living souls, that spin
around all the stars of the universe.
This strange quotidian multitude of souls
that bubbles from the hot chemical soup
of countless worlds, spinning so far apart
in the void, nourishes my heart with love.
I lounge in safe phrontistery of truth
to gaze at twinkling stars so far away
till I can see the individual souls,
on each distant world, looking back at me.
The rich diversity of conscious life
who rise from lake of dreams at dawn of time
explore their strange worlds that mirror our own
since we live in one vast galactic sea.
How vulnerable we are, fragile life forms
composed of atoms that pulse with desire
when molecules interact through weird flash
of electrons that spiral carbon rings.
No conscious spirit designs or creates
this proton-woven tapestry of worlds
but God is transgender spirit of life
who divides itself into male and female.
The single cell spirit who first evolved
in the warm chemical womb of the ocean
mutates into sperm who swims swift toward light
and egg who preserves souls of our ancestors.
When transgender God, first mother egg cell,
divides itself into thousands of eyes,
we seek some mate unlike our own gene coil
so we can weave new spirit in the brain.
Split from ourselves, in the transforming womb
of mothers who weave our bodies from matter,
we seek the other half of our mirrored mind
so we can engender new dreaming souls.
Born in the communal group of gendered souls,
we organize ourselves around wise leader
who plays the role of God that we designed
based on our highest values of good action.
When honest gods rule based on principles
of social interaction to achieve
greatest good for each person in our tribe
we thrive to populate the wilderness.
When cruel gods rule based on entitlement
of blood inheritance, to maintain state
of power for their own good over all others,
we stagnate to wander the sterile waste land.
When sperm of the father will fertilize
egg of the mother through pleasant desire
eternal tribal soul will reincarnate
in the fetus who transforms into new person.
I feel every planet, that teems with life
in the vast shimmering sea of pulsing stars,
spinning bright through the neurons of my brain
to populate the abyss with our love.
From beach to grove to cave to ziggurat
to palace to castle to house I move
through labyrinth of doors to find the gate
where children play secure in paradise.
I feel them in the abyss of my heart,
every world that will ever foster life
sparkling alphabet to transmit their dreams
as we sing in choir of our universe.
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