Strangeness Of Our Souls © Surazeus 2022 12 21 Soft snow highlights the beauty of her eyes which emanate passion for this weird life so my heart becomes vast castle of light when she smiles as she sips hot chocolate, and all the flashing lights on Christmas trees illuminate the strangeness of our souls. Many years after she left her hometown to work in Shining City at the bank she strolls narrow stone streets by the canal where she played while her ma ran the food store, and tears stream down her eyes with ache of joy as she watches her ghost play without care. Pushing open old wood doors carved with demons, she lights incense, bows, and kneels on the pillow to palm hands before statue of Kwan Yin meditating on the lotus with a peach, whose merciful eyes gaze into her heart with compassion for strangeness of our souls. Lifting eye-phone up sideways with both hands, she films the young woman with long black hair, decked in light-green Tang hanfu fairy gown, who plays haunting melody of mute sorrow while plucking strings on the polished guzheng which casts magic spell on our entranced hearts. Climbing stone steps up to South Heaven Gate, we enter Temple of the Blue Dawn Clouds that shines near rugged top of Mount Taishan, and pray for fertile fortune of true love to Bixia Yuanjun, Goddess of Dawn Light, who bestows fortune on children of truth. Gliding on silver water of Li River in swirling mist of the Pearl River Basin among tall sky-piercing peaks of Guilin, we cuddle on wood sampan river boat with silent awe at eerie ambiance that accentuates strangeness of our souls. This vast soul-nurturing land of lush vales, where her ancestors thrived thousands of years, welcomes her home with ache of wordless joy, and gives her hot bowl with garlic beef noodles so she consumes sweet spirit of her land that wakens ancient memories of her heart. Riding plane high over Strait of Anian that gleams between Siberia and Alaska, we share photos and stories of our trip, then she sighs she is glad to return home after showing me rich land of her birth which stimulates new strangeness of our souls.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Strangeness Of Our Souls
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