Nothingness In Everything © Surazeus 2019 03 02 Logging off my social media accounts, and leaving my phone on the bedroom dresser, I step outside and sit in my backyard to stare at nothingness in everything. I feel solid intensity of Earth pulsing in mounds of dirt that bulge compact around hot molten core of spinning sphere which flashes nothingness of magnet waves. I see small seeds spiraling into plants through sprouting tendrils of fractal expansion when sunlight spins vast webs of throbbing veins where nothingness of hunger consumes more. I see enormous sun like spider blaze flashing webs of photon rays that weave matter which splashes from Earth in organic froth of nothingness who wakes in conscious brains. I dream whole history of our universe since first flash flares forth into spiral waves of galaxies that nurture worlds of life who wake from nothingness of hungry hope. I breathe cool air when breezes rustle trees and swirl my hair in puffs around my face which sparkles flashing cells of glowing soul that I am nothingness of the White Whole. I strum guitar in quiet afternoon and improvise strange contemplative thoughts to explore vast labyrinth of mirrored myths and wear nothingness as mask of my self. I see slant rays of light illuminate faces as petals on the wet black bough over white chickens by the red wheel barrow as I eat fruit of nothingness and laugh.
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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