Awake In Human Shape

Awake In Human Shape
© Surazeus
2024 12 17

Turtles play chess over who rules the world, 
but the turtle does not represent God, 
so I carve on limestone stela of faith 
divine faces of Isis and Serapis 
on serpents of power that rule the sea, 
for I am the hidden dragon of truth. 

Though I understand why belief in God 
is easy for most people to retain, 
once I dispelled illusion of that idol, 
that veils the real world from perceptive minds, 
I easily see through delusion of faith 
which safely guides people to quiet graves. 

The universe is formed of molecules 
that congregate as active chemicals 
to generate organic animals 
created by the mindless Earth to see 
its face reflected in after-rain pools 
which I like to wear to mask my true soul. 

I am the Earth embodied in this form 
as wingless angel walking on two legs, 
so I am God awake in human shape, 
learning about true nature of our world 
as I express clear vision of my mind 
in words that convey ideas of things. 

When the days get long and the nights get cold 
we gather in the large summer-built hall 
to brew apple cider and bake fruit pies, 
then sing long ballads of heroic deeds 
while firelight causes our faces to glow 
with desperate joy for life as the world dies. 

I want to wish you happy holidays 
as we all celebrate the longest night 
when Christ Mithras was anointed Tribe Guard 
to lead our way from paradise we lost 
across the mountains to the river shore 
where we have built new secret paradise. 

One thousand years we lived in solitude, 
far from grand palaces of world empires, 
secure in strict traditions of our tribe 
that we devised on principle of trust 
where we live as we will, if we harm none, 
brave with justice and liberty for all. 

Which turtle will I choose to play as God, 
everyone asks me with fear in their hearts, 
so I vote for the serpent in the tree 
that guards flourishing apple trees from thieves, 
but he casts me me out in the wilderness 
where I plant apple seeds on river shores.