Bee Of His Soul © Surazeus 2024 12 12 While ravens flutter about maple trees, Aurorus wanders flippantly concerned around tall trunks in endless spiral swirls, collecting eggs and mushrooms from the ground, thin fingers placing each with ginger care in poorly woven baskets on his arm. Wind scatters leaves along his foot-worn paths as if to warn him with portentous vibe that something terrible may soon occur, but young Aurorus with long tangled hair stays focused on acquiring from the Earth treasures that may energize his dim soul. The white horse stands alone in shallow pool near leafless oak tree twisted by harsh winds, and never moves, except to flick her tail, while Aurorus steps slowly toward her glow with Apple of Eris as gift in his hand, feeling as if her eyes see in his mind. Crack of broken branch in shadowed woods alerts Aurorus to beast lurking near, so he leaps forward just in time to shield white horse from bullet of arrogant fear fired by the sneering bandit with one eye, who growls startled he fails to kill his prey. Just as the silver bullet forged from greed pierces heart of Aurorus with contempt, his gentle innocence transforms brass shell to honey bee with crystal rainbow eyes that weaves his soul with matrix of god mind so he becomes aware of everything. Expanding mirror eye of boundless thought flares forth from first flash of the bright big bang to swell humongous womb of galaxies that mold gas clouds in spinning globes of hope which sprout organic creatures from deep seas, and wakes as Aurorus flat on his back. Staring at magic circle of the sky, crystal mandala interlaced with squares stamped with figures of alchemical runes that slowly spins flash of atomic gears, Aurorus perceives with telescope eyes time-flowing matrix of the universe. Though baskets of herbs lie strewn in the pool, Aurorus stands and hugs neck of the horse who nudges his hand for apple to eat, but he feels weird buzz deep inside his heart so he opens his mouth wide as the sky for bee of his soul to impregnate Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, December 12, 2024
Bee Of His Soul
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Orpheus photographs young forest boy and his white horse as they stroll among maple trees along the river shore to capture strange buzz of his ethereal song.
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