My Journey To Paradise
© Surazeus
2018 09 24
Born from the ancient womb of Mother Earth,
I sing vibration of our molecules
that flare forth from first flash of the big bang
evolving into beings with conscious minds.
I hide inside the door between all worlds
to weave my spirit in fabric of time
and mold virtual model of planet Earth
from muddy words I dredge from lake of dreams.
Rising from lake of dreams at dawn of time,
I snatch the serpent in the Tree of Life,
then pluck long branch, heavy with fruit of love,
and walk whistling down to the surging sea.
Kneeling on shining beach at dawn of time,
I listen to the song that sea waves sing,
then grasp sharp stick fallen from Tree of Life
and carve in sand ideas of things I see.
Crawling hunched over, low on hands and knees,
I slip into the sloshing ocean tide
and learn to walk upright in surging waves
while leaping buoyant with quick energy.
Gathering rocks in small ring on ocean shore,
I clash two flint stones to produce fire sparks
that ignite into flames glowing bright orange
as the sun sets in twilight zone of hope.
Face illuminated by the gold moon,
my mother smiles at me across warm flames
and explains, my mother made me from fire
and air, so I made you from dirt and rain.
Every moment of perception and thought
my parents experienced from birth to death,
and all their parents back four million years,
shimmers bright in the neurons of my brain.
I am the sum total of all their dreams,
combining all my ancestors in me,
so I transcend the limits of my self
and reincarnate in children through love.
The Earth keeps spinning around the bright sun
fourteen billion years before I was born
and will keep spinning billions of years more
long after I disintegrate to dust.
Yet these atoms that constitute my brain
flashed into spiraling strings of clear light
from the big bang to flare forth into Earth
and become this person who sings to stars.
In every pulsing neuron of my brain
strong psychic energy of the Big Bang
glows with ancient memory of the First Flash
connecting me to soul of the White Whole.
Touching objects with my exploring hands,
I utter sounds to signify with words
essential nature of their cosmic being,
and sing electric spirit of the world.
I see separate objects all shaped the same
so I express idea of standard form
in logical word to establish language
which generates virtual model of Earth.
Strumming strings on lyre of Mercurius,
I chant words in soft undulating verse
to weave tapestry of vision that shows
actions of heroes through struggle for life.
Leaving surrounding walls of paradise,
which my father built to protect our souls,
I explore the waste land of evil monsters
and wrestle with horror of my despair.
When gang of men attack me on the plain,
I drape the lion-skin cape on my shoulders,
then grasp stick and stone, and stand on high mound,
fighting quick to reign as king of the hill.
I build high pyramid from skulls of men
where I gaze through diamond eye of foresight
to manage empire of farm villages
and organize food-production machine.
My sons have reigned as kings ten thousand years
so I shine in glow cloud as God above,
first father you worship as wise deity,
incarnate today as the homeless prophet.
We are all fragments from the mind of God
who sees itself through our truth-seeking eyes
too long blinded by ideology,
so let us gaze at each other and sing.
Born from electric passion of the sun,
I dance spirals on our huge spinning world
while holding hands with you in shining rain
as we sing the joyful laughter of truth.
Since we left the walls from Garden of Eden
in Sumeria, ten thousand years ago,
we built cities on every river shore
and sang alone under the silent stars.
Now we connect our minds with world wide web
that weaves our souls in vibrant tapestry,
which dissolves borders of old nation-states
so we form United Nations of Earth.
We have evolved from farming villages
past kingdoms, empires, and nationalist states,
into global family of human souls
who work together on our vibrant world.
Born from the ancient mind of Mother Earth,
I contemplate complex mysteries of life,
how we are replicating coils of genes
who reincarnate in children of flesh.
I walk beside the ghosts of long-dead singers
to sing in harmony with ancient songs
in numberless choir of enchanting minds
who beam concepts into vision of truth.
Yet after all we create with our hands,
and these songs of life we record in words,
time will erase us from this spinning globe
and our atoms swirl in fierce wordless storm.
This hour I walk our world fifty-four years,
halfway through my journey to paradise,
singing to guide lost souls from the waste land
and build their own gardens on river shores.
© Surazeus
2018 09 24
Born from the ancient womb of Mother Earth,
I sing vibration of our molecules
that flare forth from first flash of the big bang
evolving into beings with conscious minds.
I hide inside the door between all worlds
to weave my spirit in fabric of time
and mold virtual model of planet Earth
from muddy words I dredge from lake of dreams.
Rising from lake of dreams at dawn of time,
I snatch the serpent in the Tree of Life,
then pluck long branch, heavy with fruit of love,
and walk whistling down to the surging sea.
Kneeling on shining beach at dawn of time,
I listen to the song that sea waves sing,
then grasp sharp stick fallen from Tree of Life
and carve in sand ideas of things I see.
Crawling hunched over, low on hands and knees,
I slip into the sloshing ocean tide
and learn to walk upright in surging waves
while leaping buoyant with quick energy.
Gathering rocks in small ring on ocean shore,
I clash two flint stones to produce fire sparks
that ignite into flames glowing bright orange
as the sun sets in twilight zone of hope.
Face illuminated by the gold moon,
my mother smiles at me across warm flames
and explains, my mother made me from fire
and air, so I made you from dirt and rain.
Every moment of perception and thought
my parents experienced from birth to death,
and all their parents back four million years,
shimmers bright in the neurons of my brain.
I am the sum total of all their dreams,
combining all my ancestors in me,
so I transcend the limits of my self
and reincarnate in children through love.
The Earth keeps spinning around the bright sun
fourteen billion years before I was born
and will keep spinning billions of years more
long after I disintegrate to dust.
Yet these atoms that constitute my brain
flashed into spiraling strings of clear light
from the big bang to flare forth into Earth
and become this person who sings to stars.
In every pulsing neuron of my brain
strong psychic energy of the Big Bang
glows with ancient memory of the First Flash
connecting me to soul of the White Whole.
Touching objects with my exploring hands,
I utter sounds to signify with words
essential nature of their cosmic being,
and sing electric spirit of the world.
I see separate objects all shaped the same
so I express idea of standard form
in logical word to establish language
which generates virtual model of Earth.
Strumming strings on lyre of Mercurius,
I chant words in soft undulating verse
to weave tapestry of vision that shows
actions of heroes through struggle for life.
Leaving surrounding walls of paradise,
which my father built to protect our souls,
I explore the waste land of evil monsters
and wrestle with horror of my despair.
When gang of men attack me on the plain,
I drape the lion-skin cape on my shoulders,
then grasp stick and stone, and stand on high mound,
fighting quick to reign as king of the hill.
I build high pyramid from skulls of men
where I gaze through diamond eye of foresight
to manage empire of farm villages
and organize food-production machine.
My sons have reigned as kings ten thousand years
so I shine in glow cloud as God above,
first father you worship as wise deity,
incarnate today as the homeless prophet.
We are all fragments from the mind of God
who sees itself through our truth-seeking eyes
too long blinded by ideology,
so let us gaze at each other and sing.
Born from electric passion of the sun,
I dance spirals on our huge spinning world
while holding hands with you in shining rain
as we sing the joyful laughter of truth.
Since we left the walls from Garden of Eden
in Sumeria, ten thousand years ago,
we built cities on every river shore
and sang alone under the silent stars.
Now we connect our minds with world wide web
that weaves our souls in vibrant tapestry,
which dissolves borders of old nation-states
so we form United Nations of Earth.
We have evolved from farming villages
past kingdoms, empires, and nationalist states,
into global family of human souls
who work together on our vibrant world.
Born from the ancient mind of Mother Earth,
I contemplate complex mysteries of life,
how we are replicating coils of genes
who reincarnate in children of flesh.
I walk beside the ghosts of long-dead singers
to sing in harmony with ancient songs
in numberless choir of enchanting minds
who beam concepts into vision of truth.
Yet after all we create with our hands,
and these songs of life we record in words,
time will erase us from this spinning globe
and our atoms swirl in fierce wordless storm.
This hour I walk our world fifty-four years,
halfway through my journey to paradise,
singing to guide lost souls from the waste land
and build their own gardens on river shores.
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