Organic Frames Of Thought

Organic Frames Of Thought
© Surazeus
2026 05 24

If souls of heroes in movies and books 
are trapped in stones along the river stone, 
then I shall free them from loop of their plot 
so they may craft another way to live 
because we choose state of our destiny 
through actions we perform with our free will. 

Trapped in ten thousand years of solitude 
defined by mountain wind of hopeless fear, 
I stand watch in tall tower of cold stone 
with brave intent of courage forged from flame 
to guard safe haven where my family dwells 
against cruel thieves who would enslave our souls. 

Though time unspools our private memories 
in random fragments of short puzzling scenes, 
imbued with ambience of that special time 
now lost from vibrant glowing of the world, 
I treasure eerie feeling of that hour 
so many years ago when I was young. 

Entangled by red thread of destiny 
we choose to weave in tapestry of love, 
our brave hearts spread angelic wings of love 
to fly united through fierce thunderstorms 
so we evade dire threats of mortal harm 
to overcome blunt obstacles with calm. 

Gold light of day glows canopy of trees 
that shade wide cement streets of gliding cars 
between square buildings of both brick and glass, 
for halls and roads are signified with names 
that aid my mind to map landscape of hope 
in nation spread out sea to shining sea. 

Though countless watches bound on wrists and walls 
assert harmonious progress of exchange 
through economic flow of give and take, 
my heart is not well synchronized with game 
of wealth accumulation to buy fame, 
for I dance out of step with fight for power. 

How strange that atoms spiraling in space 
from God Eye at core of the universe 
form swirling spheres of psychic energy 
from which evolve organic frames of thought 
who seek to grow in harmony with light 
when we project our conscious mind as God. 

Each day my temporary mind awakes 
from timeless dream of social spectacle, 
I feel electric flame pulse in my brain 
with stoic patience of the river stone 
from which my spirit beams on wings of breath 
as bee that pollinates the Tree of Truth.