Immortal Atoms Of Pulsing Light

Immortal Atoms Of Pulsing Light
© Surazeus
2018 07 30

Each dawn I wake from nothingness of hope
the immortal atoms of pulsing light
suffuse the transient fabric of my soul
woven together by cells of my flesh.

I could be any soul who ever lived
in all the history of the universe
yet I recall the memories of this body
sustaining energy of my brief quest.

I reapply the name that I designed
when I rose tall from my ancestral pool
connecting me to all my previous selves
yet defines this distinct self I am now.

Though sometimes I want to sink in that pool
of amorphous selves who made my new self
I stretch my body to breathe singing wind
which sparks universal light in this self.

For then I hear the singing of the wind
who whispers secrets of the world I see
when the blazing indifferent sun of truth
beams images of things into my brain.

These pulsing atoms that compose my body
to weave sunlight in fabric of my being
once composed the fertile soil of the world
that transformed into the food I consume.

Atoms forged by the furnace of the sun
swirl into this thick sphere of elements
to form heat, water, wind, and soil that clump
together in food I devour with lust.

The world beyond the bounds of my frail shell
supplies nutrients that sustain my bright soul
so I wake and know myself to be real,
contained within this self of ego love.

I exist within the bounds of this body
which generates the consciousness of self
who wakes and senses I am what I am,
ego blossoming from soil of pure light.

I am only this body that grows more
when I consume material of the world
till I disintegrate back into nobody
and become unconscious soil of the world.

I sprout up from the slime of the wild sea
and sing the endless hope of swirling waves
for several dozen spins of pulsing Earth
around the sun that sparks my brain awake.

I stand on the rock on shore of the sea
where land and water connect light and wind,
all winding tight into core of my brain
where flashing neurons reflect galaxies.

The world becomes me when atoms combine
in flashing structure of my sensitive brain
so I am the world aware of itself,
singing with joy at the beauty I am.

I become the world when I open eyes
and see all the distant parts of myself
organized into landscapes birthing plants
to flow into the forms of many selves.

I consume myself in cycles of hunger,
devouring parts of myself to be myself,
transforming soils to plants to animals
to humans to angels to singing gods.

From swirling gas I become pulsing sphere
that generates carbon rings in deep seas
who open eyes and crawl up river streams
then rise from lake of dreams to sing myself.

I reach out my hand to grasp juicy fruit
and eat the soil and light and rain combined
which nourishes consciousness of my brain
so I turn to you and speak your true name.

So you turn to me and speak my true name
and we tell each other what we perceive
then envision what we can do to find
food that will energize pleasure of love.

We gather seeds and plant them in moist soil,
we place stones in ring and spark glowing fire,
we construct logs in four enclosing walls,
and we sit together when rain falls bright.

We kiss and make love to generate life,
merging our two souls into one new soul,
who looks at us with eyes that see all things,
and sings in the wind of inspiring breath.