Sound Of Our Soul
© Surazeus
2018 12 26
In Latin the word Person means through-sound
so our persona is character mask
we invent to express sound of our soul,
inspired by spirit of ancestral hopes.
We reveal the nature of our persona
through visions conjured by words we express
to formulate desires pulsing our brains
which channels atoms into shapes of thought.
I want to create rather than destroy
structures of atoms that blossom to life
so we celebrate compassion with joy
by sharing fruit of our labor with friends.
We hold hands around ancient apple tree
and chant the sacred Hymn of Blossoming
when roots transform soil, rain, and light to fruit
so we consume the world inside each Malus.
Through sound of rain pattering on fields of grass,
sound of wind shimmering across lakes of waves,
sound of sunlight gleaming on leaves of trees,
we sing great body of electric love.
What mysteries of passionate love are woven
in genetic code of chemical lust
that spirals into plants and animals
from seething darkness of our spinning world?
When I gaze in shining eyes of your soul
I try to see beyond my selfish mirror
to hear the secret sound of your soul ring
aching melodies of hope to connect.
We dance together, laughing in cool rain,
and shout wordless joy at being alive now
in seething chemical waves of world life
as we express sound of our soul through song.
© Surazeus
2018 12 26
In Latin the word Person means through-sound
so our persona is character mask
we invent to express sound of our soul,
inspired by spirit of ancestral hopes.
We reveal the nature of our persona
through visions conjured by words we express
to formulate desires pulsing our brains
which channels atoms into shapes of thought.
I want to create rather than destroy
structures of atoms that blossom to life
so we celebrate compassion with joy
by sharing fruit of our labor with friends.
We hold hands around ancient apple tree
and chant the sacred Hymn of Blossoming
when roots transform soil, rain, and light to fruit
so we consume the world inside each Malus.
Through sound of rain pattering on fields of grass,
sound of wind shimmering across lakes of waves,
sound of sunlight gleaming on leaves of trees,
we sing great body of electric love.
What mysteries of passionate love are woven
in genetic code of chemical lust
that spirals into plants and animals
from seething darkness of our spinning world?
When I gaze in shining eyes of your soul
I try to see beyond my selfish mirror
to hear the secret sound of your soul ring
aching melodies of hope to connect.
We dance together, laughing in cool rain,
and shout wordless joy at being alive now
in seething chemical waves of world life
as we express sound of our soul through song.
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