No Undiscovered Country
© Surazeus
2018 06 09
No undiscovered country beyond death,
bound by the bourn of intermittent streams,
shimmers in eternal sun of perfection
to nurture conscious spirits of our minds,
so we should savor every moment now
we wake from dream and walk this sunlit world,
to share food we gather with souls we love.
Yet dream of eternal life after death
lures faithful worshippers to paradise,
so every week they gather in song hall
to keep alive their sadly futile dream
that some dead man will take them all to heaven
where they would never suffer agony
nor hunger and desire to replicate.
When flowers bloom and sparrows in trees chirp
compassion of love to vibrate their space,
and flutter wings to leap on bouncing limbs,
in sultry summertime when aching sun
beams anguish of hope on our exposed souls,
women are lusty as they brew sweet food
over hot stoves, and pull from ovens loaves
of bread composed of the eggs, milk, and wheat
men grow in fields and yards, working all day.
When you are parched and weary from hard work
and you stand dizzy when Sirius shines,
hold my hand and sit with me in cool shade
to eat cheese on bread, and drink sparkling wine,
then we will kiss when cool breeze from bright stream
swirls around our bodies heated by passion,
and call for rain from the vast cloudless sky
through ever-flowing stream, clear and serene
as our hearts when we make love all afternoon.
I see your face illumined by the moon
the hour I first hear the cicada chirrup
for though the frog and the sparrow may sing
we know magic of summer sparks our hearts
with love for pleasures of long afternoons
when black grape shimmers in the morning sun
that beams down from boundless sky of desire.
Hunger to eat drives me to work all day,
tending our fields of wheat and vines of grapes,
and herding sheep in meadows by clear stream
where cicadas welcome us with sweet songs,
and desire to replicate lures me home
to sit and watch you at the hearth prepare
nutritious meal from food I bring to you
on wagon wheels that spin like the bright sun
who urges us to wake and savor life.
This lush discovered country of my heart
where we have lived since dream of time began
nurtures our spirits with pleasures of love
so if I must grasp stick and stone in hand
and fight against invaders to our land
I will enforce law of my spoken word
to maintain order of calm interaction
by attacking those who take without giving,
welcoming those willing to work together,
and supporting liberty of every person
to receive reward for work of their hands.
This long-discovered country before death,
bound by the bourn of intermittent streams,
shimmers in eternal sun of compassion
to nurture conscious spirits of our minds,
so all together in communal peace
we cooperate to produce nutritious food
that nurtures hungry mind of every soul
who shares their story in our ring of stones.
© Surazeus
2018 06 09
No undiscovered country beyond death,
bound by the bourn of intermittent streams,
shimmers in eternal sun of perfection
to nurture conscious spirits of our minds,
so we should savor every moment now
we wake from dream and walk this sunlit world,
to share food we gather with souls we love.
Yet dream of eternal life after death
lures faithful worshippers to paradise,
so every week they gather in song hall
to keep alive their sadly futile dream
that some dead man will take them all to heaven
where they would never suffer agony
nor hunger and desire to replicate.
When flowers bloom and sparrows in trees chirp
compassion of love to vibrate their space,
and flutter wings to leap on bouncing limbs,
in sultry summertime when aching sun
beams anguish of hope on our exposed souls,
women are lusty as they brew sweet food
over hot stoves, and pull from ovens loaves
of bread composed of the eggs, milk, and wheat
men grow in fields and yards, working all day.
When you are parched and weary from hard work
and you stand dizzy when Sirius shines,
hold my hand and sit with me in cool shade
to eat cheese on bread, and drink sparkling wine,
then we will kiss when cool breeze from bright stream
swirls around our bodies heated by passion,
and call for rain from the vast cloudless sky
through ever-flowing stream, clear and serene
as our hearts when we make love all afternoon.
I see your face illumined by the moon
the hour I first hear the cicada chirrup
for though the frog and the sparrow may sing
we know magic of summer sparks our hearts
with love for pleasures of long afternoons
when black grape shimmers in the morning sun
that beams down from boundless sky of desire.
Hunger to eat drives me to work all day,
tending our fields of wheat and vines of grapes,
and herding sheep in meadows by clear stream
where cicadas welcome us with sweet songs,
and desire to replicate lures me home
to sit and watch you at the hearth prepare
nutritious meal from food I bring to you
on wagon wheels that spin like the bright sun
who urges us to wake and savor life.
This lush discovered country of my heart
where we have lived since dream of time began
nurtures our spirits with pleasures of love
so if I must grasp stick and stone in hand
and fight against invaders to our land
I will enforce law of my spoken word
to maintain order of calm interaction
by attacking those who take without giving,
welcoming those willing to work together,
and supporting liberty of every person
to receive reward for work of their hands.
This long-discovered country before death,
bound by the bourn of intermittent streams,
shimmers in eternal sun of compassion
to nurture conscious spirits of our minds,
so all together in communal peace
we cooperate to produce nutritious food
that nurtures hungry mind of every soul
who shares their story in our ring of stones.
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