Godin Reborn In My Body © Surazeus 2024 11 16 I see ancient truth of my tribal face gaze at me from fractured mirror of time as each ancestor walks the road of hope eight thousand miles east Egypt to Guilin and nine thousand miles west Guilin to Scotland, eighty thousand years transforming to Godin. With thunderous excess of ecstatic hope I stagger through sweet anguish of each day in gold hills of the California coast that shimmer under periwinkle skies far from the land that shaped dreams of my soul as I keep looking for my perfect mate. I dive into deep pool behind the church where skeletons of angels swim and play with laughter captured on the silver screen that flickers bright against dark evening sky where people feasting at tables of food pray to the many-faced god in the clouds. Assembled in neat park among tall trees, under purple evening Oregon skies, nice people in suits and dresses hold hands and sing with heavenly voices of angels, "Shall we gather with the saints at the river that flows by the throne of our father God." Running along shore of the sparkling river where bright angel feet have trod among flowers, children dance around the bard with long hair, looking like portrait of Jesus in churches, who strums guitar and sings, "We are the children of Earth for we are woven from starlight." The girl with long blond hair and sea-blue eyes, and wearing long yellow dress with red flowers, dances barefoot under the apple tree, slowly swaying with gently trippy grace to imitate true spirit of the Earth that molds our bodies with hands of the sun. The bard in long white gown who looks like Christ chants, We are children of our Mother Earth who forms our bodies from mud of the sea, and lights our minds with atoms of the sun, so we embody deathless soul of light as we dwell free in hills of California." Awake as Godin reborn in my body, I walk the golden hills of California with ghosts of my ancestors in my heart to sing salvation of generous love as people reject worldly possessions and dwell in commune where I reign as king.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, November 16, 2024
Godin Reborn In My Body
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Orpheus gathers everyone who lives in his California commune in the apple tree grove to preach about the paradise they will create after the collapse of civilization.
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