Horse Of Texas Wind © Surazeus 2025 04 01 When wild wind of Texas becomes the horse who brings me apple of eternity, I learn to flow with her elegant grace as she revives pure spirit of the plains where hearts of our ancestors enrich soil from which our children spring to dance and sing. Bones of our ancestors molded from milk form rugged landscape of our aching hearts where ghosts of dinosaurs with rainbow feathers still wander streets of quiet country towns to guide me as I ride sturdy-framed bike past fragile homes where faceless people pray. Contemplating mystery of the Glow Cloud, I lean against trunk of the apple tree to wonder why I feel so far from home since I sit still at center of my heart while my mind crosses timeless distances to shore of the lake where my soul was born. I live in time-wound spinning of the Earth, connected to each age of human life by reading stories written long ago that weave tapestry of dramatic scenes where I play role of bold protagonist in grand narrative of spiritual growth. With confident voice of the mockingbird, that dwells in heaven of the pecan tree, I sing about the nameless souls of Earth who flicker by on timeless stage of hope as transient flames of conscious innocence so I will remember them till I die. Before I cry beneath the broken branch, lone wanderer detached on signless road far from ancestral homeland of Star Lake, the horse of Texas wind teaches me how to repair the butterfly wings of faith so I can dance with the graceful tornado. Only the raven remembers the poem I scribble on the frosted window pane to translate light of the arrogant moon with subtle nuance of challenging tricks in words that humans invent in despair to communicate thoughts they fear to speak. Riding my bike in the small country town, I transform into horse of Texas wind so I can sing about beauty of love with abstract metaphor of fallen angels who disappear in flash of light on water when I realize I can fly with word wings.
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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Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Horse Of Texas Wind
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Orpheus paints cubist portrait of the poet as a young man in the small country town in Texas where his horse is the wind personified.
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