Spirit Of Solitude
© Surazeus
2018 01 21
Each dawn I wake in strange dream of gold light
that streams through the leaves of whispering trees,
still alive in another universe
so I must invent myself a new name
to navigate the dangers of this world
on quest to discover its secret spirit.
Thirsty for the water of boundless skies
that falls at weird flash of lightning as rain,
I wander outside walls of paradise
my father built to protect us from harm
and search the wilderness of silent fear
for the singing Spirit of Solitude.
The fountains of mundane philosophy
nourish the questioning mind of my soul
so I leave my childhood home without wealth
to seek strange truths in long-discovered lands
by wandering tangled wilderness of truth
beyond the broken walls of paradise.
Where will you lead me in this crowded world,
wild Spirit of Solitude whose bright eyes
blaze through darkness of pungent silentness
to lead my footsteps winding through the maze
of competing world views which clash in war
over who best defines the world that exists?
On windy plains, far beyond city streets
where no signs define the land where I stand,
I gaze into the mirror of the world
and in the starry ice of timeless spirit
shines the perfect face of the human race
from which we spring at spinning of the sun.
Mother of this measured and charted world,
favor my ludic song, for I have loved
your flashing eyes that illuminate skies
above each city where your shadow glows
which leads me to the waste land of your truth
where I bathe in pools of your mysteries.
I wander hard streets of America,
lost in glass labyrinth of its liberties
till Alastor appears from blinding light
and shows me how to find the awful ruins
of ancient cities, so I climb steep steps
to stand with Ishtar on her pyramid.
From heights of wisdom I survey the world
and see the steady progress of mankind
transforming from hunting tribes to empires
that construct time machines in cars and planes
so we zoom faster with the spinning globe
while marble statues stand forever mute.
Deep in the jagged mountains of my dreams
where my ancestors lived for two million years
I find the cavern where I woke to life
and follow gushing river to its depths
to grasp the shining jewel of perfect light
forged when the Earth first spun from flashing gas.
I gaze in flashing eye of timeless truth
and watch the evolution of our world
when all the matter of the universe
bloomed outward from shining whole of love
and galaxies flared forth on spiral wheels
to nourish billions of planets with life.
I feel alone on this one speck of dust
that spirals nowhere in the vast abyss,
yet centillions of planets just like ours
pulse with thriving life in the web of stars
so all their visions flash into my brain
in sweet vibrating matrix of all souls.
Obedient to the everlasting light
that shines within taut fabric of my soul
I follow winding river gushing clear
from mountain cavern where my mind was born
through misty forests where apple trees bloom
to stand on margin of the swirling sea.
I hear in its inaccessible source
profound stillness of its eternal song
when dazzling waves from searchless fountain flows
on invisible course through my wet brain
each moment I breathe deep the chanting wind
that links me with the universal soul.
Evolving from the sea, we crawled up streams,
and rose from lake of dreams to stand in light
and pluck sweet fruit from the tall tree of life,
so after I wander around the globe
I will lie on the shore of that first stream
and become the soil where apple trees grow.
Long after the Spirit of Solitude
lead Percy far across the spinning world
Alastor leads me from signless waste land
of my despair at the meaninglessness
of this life and teaches me to create
visions of beauty with signs of ideas.
I sing the beauty of all dreaming souls
who spring from the womb of our Mother Earth
and join the choir of seven billion voices
who harmonize disparate wills to power
in raucous symphony of human minds
joined as one in Spirit of Solitude.
© Surazeus
2018 01 21
Each dawn I wake in strange dream of gold light
that streams through the leaves of whispering trees,
still alive in another universe
so I must invent myself a new name
to navigate the dangers of this world
on quest to discover its secret spirit.
Thirsty for the water of boundless skies
that falls at weird flash of lightning as rain,
I wander outside walls of paradise
my father built to protect us from harm
and search the wilderness of silent fear
for the singing Spirit of Solitude.
The fountains of mundane philosophy
nourish the questioning mind of my soul
so I leave my childhood home without wealth
to seek strange truths in long-discovered lands
by wandering tangled wilderness of truth
beyond the broken walls of paradise.
Where will you lead me in this crowded world,
wild Spirit of Solitude whose bright eyes
blaze through darkness of pungent silentness
to lead my footsteps winding through the maze
of competing world views which clash in war
over who best defines the world that exists?
On windy plains, far beyond city streets
where no signs define the land where I stand,
I gaze into the mirror of the world
and in the starry ice of timeless spirit
shines the perfect face of the human race
from which we spring at spinning of the sun.
Mother of this measured and charted world,
favor my ludic song, for I have loved
your flashing eyes that illuminate skies
above each city where your shadow glows
which leads me to the waste land of your truth
where I bathe in pools of your mysteries.
I wander hard streets of America,
lost in glass labyrinth of its liberties
till Alastor appears from blinding light
and shows me how to find the awful ruins
of ancient cities, so I climb steep steps
to stand with Ishtar on her pyramid.
From heights of wisdom I survey the world
and see the steady progress of mankind
transforming from hunting tribes to empires
that construct time machines in cars and planes
so we zoom faster with the spinning globe
while marble statues stand forever mute.
Deep in the jagged mountains of my dreams
where my ancestors lived for two million years
I find the cavern where I woke to life
and follow gushing river to its depths
to grasp the shining jewel of perfect light
forged when the Earth first spun from flashing gas.
I gaze in flashing eye of timeless truth
and watch the evolution of our world
when all the matter of the universe
bloomed outward from shining whole of love
and galaxies flared forth on spiral wheels
to nourish billions of planets with life.
I feel alone on this one speck of dust
that spirals nowhere in the vast abyss,
yet centillions of planets just like ours
pulse with thriving life in the web of stars
so all their visions flash into my brain
in sweet vibrating matrix of all souls.
Obedient to the everlasting light
that shines within taut fabric of my soul
I follow winding river gushing clear
from mountain cavern where my mind was born
through misty forests where apple trees bloom
to stand on margin of the swirling sea.
I hear in its inaccessible source
profound stillness of its eternal song
when dazzling waves from searchless fountain flows
on invisible course through my wet brain
each moment I breathe deep the chanting wind
that links me with the universal soul.
Evolving from the sea, we crawled up streams,
and rose from lake of dreams to stand in light
and pluck sweet fruit from the tall tree of life,
so after I wander around the globe
I will lie on the shore of that first stream
and become the soil where apple trees grow.
Long after the Spirit of Solitude
lead Percy far across the spinning world
Alastor leads me from signless waste land
of my despair at the meaninglessness
of this life and teaches me to create
visions of beauty with signs of ideas.
I sing the beauty of all dreaming souls
who spring from the womb of our Mother Earth
and join the choir of seven billion voices
who harmonize disparate wills to power
in raucous symphony of human minds
joined as one in Spirit of Solitude.
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