Wherever The River Flows © Surazeus 2019 03 04 I follow wherever the river flows to understand the language of the land when she explains curving contours of faith to support ancient truth of the tall tree. The tree that explodes out of my dark heart reaches for the light of infinite truth that teases me with hope to comprehend vast emptiness of everything that is. I feel this strange intensity of being while standing on college campus at noon with aching hope to become pure sunlight that weaves compassion into every brain. Sweet arrogance of water beams my eye with tangled concepts of perceptive rigor so when I look in mirror of this world I see my consciousness reflected back. One hundred moments of intense insight that I experienced over forty years merge all their archetypes into one pattern to reveal why I design my own truth. The puzzle of truth I invent from facts reveals basic laws of cause and effect as single threads of beaming progress seen clear as starlight in complex web of being. Each particle of light that pulses bright within construct of my organic being supplies sparked urge of divine energy which animates my body with pure soul. I channel flash of energy I feel to motivate strict motion of my body so I control through agency of will free progression of my desire through space. From hermit alone in singular cell where I dream awake visions of this world I proceed on strict way of self-control to become billions of live conscious souls. While we stand face to face on cement walk among tall trees that rustle in cool breeze, I feel all these intense concepts of faith flashing out around my head in weird glow. When I try to express transcendent vision in time-constrained words of linear coherence, I weave circles around vast sphere of truth that shimmer as ripples on seething sea. So if we catch small glimpse of vast White Whole flickering from sparkles of sunlight on water through visions conjured by our conversation then we may become one with flow of light.
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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