Flowing Wave Of Still Infinity © Surazeus 2019 03 12 The most intense moments of deep awareness, when we become conscious of divine glow that shimmers from neurons of our dreaming brains, we spend alone among sun-silent trees, attempting to compose expressive song through flowing wave of still infinity. What spirit-flashing wind of aching hope swells conscious sense of self beyond the shell of fragile bone encasing sponge-wet brain so we become moist body of the world and feel all living things in tense compassion through flowing wave of still infinity? How can we capture in tumble of words, we utter soft from hollow breast of shock, where beating heart of lust to know the truth fuels frantic urge, this weird transcendent vision of whole complexity that awes our minds through flowing wave of still infinity? So strange this shimmering vision of the world that glows complete before our gazing eyes, visible only to our stark attention, simple in its vast comprehensive image, yet too complex to describe in linear speech through flowing wave of still infinity. Whenever I enter this conscious trance of clear perception, where I see as one countless processes weaving tapestry of vast reality, I float on waves of wordless ecstasy to become all through flowing wave of still infinity. Though bound inside limited shell of flesh, that my mother generated from slime, my conscious glow of divine comprehension expands large as the White Whole of all light so tangled genes of my name spiral wide through flowing wave of still infinity. I lose sense of my particular self as strange special details of my being vanish in swirling mind that spirals zillion suns so every atom of my body pulses quick in rancid harmony with all minds through flowing wave of still infinity. Awake through mirroring conceptual flash of atheist spiritualism, I laugh with surging waves of joy that spark my heart to gallop wild on timeless plain of faith, exploring our world dreamed by the White Whole through flowing wave of still infinity.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Flowing Wave Of Still Infinity
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