Voices Of Our Ancestors © Surazeus 2025 02 20 If all our sorrows render use complete with passion to transcend this frame of flesh, might we then watch the dancing tree of fate weave voices of our ancestors in flash of rain that soaks with bright angelic tears expansive meadow of our flowered moon. Yet dark gloom looming in angelic wings would shroud our world in howling voice of God who shouts at us through angry wind of time so we lie paralyzed with frantic guilt that we could not evade cold hands of death who shakes the fragile shelter of our hearts. When all seems lost in bleak night of despair, and fragile bodies that contain warm souls dissolve in slogging mud of wordless fear, bright rays of dawn pierce shadows of mute angst that startle us awake from rabid dreams, and we are born again with cheerful chirps. Four hundred thousand years of twirling time have not erased that dark night of despair from sparkling neurons of my dreaming brain, mute terror still encoded in my genes passed down through generations of our souls to frame how we perceive this godless world. Much safer for our mental sanity to believe supernatural deity howls at us through harsh voice of thunderstorms which spurs our fierce intention to improve how we perform with stoic fortitude this role we choose in drama life remains. That faceless demon of dark thunderstorms still haunts my memory with its harsh command which my ancestors masked with face of God, old All-Father with beard and blazing eyes who taught us to survive this hostile world with martial discipline of loving care. So all our fathers forty thousand years have merged in concept of our global God who glares at us with cruel judgmental eyes when foolish mistakes cause destructive pain, and trains us to apply strict self-control to confirm liberty through natural law. Wise teachers who perform paternal role teach us to study nature of this world with scientific method of the mind, recording measured effects of each cause which code formulas for physical laws so we create good, rather than destroy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Thursday, February 20, 2025
Voices Of Our Ancestors
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Orpheus teaches children how to investigate the nature of things, then how to encode truth in heart-enchanting songs of beauty.
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