Sunlight Of Infinite Truth
© Surazeus
2018 04 08
Walking around her house through every room,
Karen touches the sunlight on each wall
and dreams the life of every organism,
amoeba, plant, insect, animal, human,
who will dream energized by each light beam
over the next ten billion years of life.
She gazes at how light flickers in water
and thinks about her ten trillion ancestors
who evolved from the First Eye in the sea,
how they each gazed at light flickering in water,
and how our brains develop thinking functions
through synchronicity with flickering light.
I like the routine of my daily life,
Karen whispers, gazing at pool of water,
because each hour I perform living ritual
that fulfills basic desires of my body
which nourishes the pleasures of my soul
in lifestyle I spent years to cultivate.
Now forces of change I cannot control
cause me to adjust functions of desire,
when people apply pressure of their hopes
by expressing vision of what they want
and how they wish to change the changing world,
and so we all dance together toward death.
Dancing alone in twirls around her house,
Karen arches her arms like ballet dancers,
and leaps through a thousand windows of light,
hoping to become the self she dreams is real,
but no wings spread outward from her bare shoulders,
and she opens her eyes again through shadow.
Whenever my ancestors were distressed
by circumstances threatening their health
they gazed at sunlight flickering in blue water
that soothed the function of their flashing brains
to contemplate process of cause and effect
as their minds narrate sequence of events.
Thus our brains generate virtual world models,
writing scripts that program how they will act
to narrate drama of events we saw,
and so we dream to experience again
actions outside perimeter we know
to imagine strange sequence of events.
We speculate new possible events
based on events we already perceive,
Karen sings while opening her hands wide
to hold the sunlight of infinite truth,
then drinks the spirit of the universe
which beams light of the White Whole through her eyes.
© Surazeus
2018 04 08
Walking around her house through every room,
Karen touches the sunlight on each wall
and dreams the life of every organism,
amoeba, plant, insect, animal, human,
who will dream energized by each light beam
over the next ten billion years of life.
She gazes at how light flickers in water
and thinks about her ten trillion ancestors
who evolved from the First Eye in the sea,
how they each gazed at light flickering in water,
and how our brains develop thinking functions
through synchronicity with flickering light.
I like the routine of my daily life,
Karen whispers, gazing at pool of water,
because each hour I perform living ritual
that fulfills basic desires of my body
which nourishes the pleasures of my soul
in lifestyle I spent years to cultivate.
Now forces of change I cannot control
cause me to adjust functions of desire,
when people apply pressure of their hopes
by expressing vision of what they want
and how they wish to change the changing world,
and so we all dance together toward death.
Dancing alone in twirls around her house,
Karen arches her arms like ballet dancers,
and leaps through a thousand windows of light,
hoping to become the self she dreams is real,
but no wings spread outward from her bare shoulders,
and she opens her eyes again through shadow.
Whenever my ancestors were distressed
by circumstances threatening their health
they gazed at sunlight flickering in blue water
that soothed the function of their flashing brains
to contemplate process of cause and effect
as their minds narrate sequence of events.
Thus our brains generate virtual world models,
writing scripts that program how they will act
to narrate drama of events we saw,
and so we dream to experience again
actions outside perimeter we know
to imagine strange sequence of events.
We speculate new possible events
based on events we already perceive,
Karen sings while opening her hands wide
to hold the sunlight of infinite truth,
then drinks the spirit of the universe
which beams light of the White Whole through her eyes.
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