Free-Flowing Streams

Free-Flowing Streams
© Surazeus
2018 04 13

The weird stream that flows to the restless sea
carries the sunlight of true liberty
so I walk the winding math of its shore
to hear the voice of the welcoming door.

We all gather around the glowing hearth
and share strange tales on exploring the Earth
to reconcile mysterious things that occur
and test explanations till we concur.

Events that seem like magic we decide
are effects of forces whose causes hide,
therefore all that happens can be explained
by formulas laughing wizards ordained.

The world is made of atoms that project
force of action in networks which connect
fluctuating fields of invisible points
and spiral matter around axle joints.

I stand by the weird stream and watch it flow
like blood in my veins, refreshed by snow,
to nourish our fields where vital crops grow,
then we assemble for the harvest show.

We dance and sing in the strange twilight hours
while kids play and lovers kiss among flowers,
then we talk about what the stars might be
and discuss how everyone can live free.

Powerful men try to control our hands,
hiring us to work rich productive lands,
but they cannot control what our heart dreams
as long as we live by free-flowing streams.

We walk circles around fields with our feet
to compile encyclopedia complete
with laws that describe function of our soul
when we transcend fear to be the White Whole.