Unrooted From Solid Truth © Surazeus 2022 12 23 Unrooted from solid truth of the ground, I travel for over two million years, spreading out from the lush valley of fruit to follow every river from the sea till I climb every lofty mountain peak, always searching for Heaven of my dreams. With rootless energy of eager hope I keep on walking to follow the sun, since I first learned to walk in surging waves, forever toward horizon of my mind so I can see the whole world as it is, sphere of dirt and water in starry void. Old spirit of my mother in my mind awakens me into being with her song that whispers in the endless vibrant wind which blows in dancing trees with eager hope since I realize I am some separate thing when I see my face in the shining pool. The inward voice no one can hear but me explains the reasons why I play my role performing actions that seem long foretold except I choose to swerve from off the way through fierce assertion of my own free will so I wander lost in the roadless world. I am the seer who perceives the whole world when I realize I am also the seen so I jump up and down on the lake shore and shout at indifferent clouds in the sky till I lie exhausted in field of flowers and wonder if I really am alive. Birds spring their wings and glide across the sky while I walk step by step on signless roads bound to the solid sorrow of the world by grave attention to hungry desire that motivates my journey to the stars till I rest in shelter of the fruit tree. While staring at strange shimmer of the sky I wonder who I am beyond my name and why I am alive with hungry hope, and how this vast world blossomed into being from swirling shimmer of atomic light that weaves neurons into my thinking brain. The ever-changing beauty of the world my eyes perceive as natural growth and death stores vibe of quietude inside my heart as I explore valley of singing trees, rootless on my journey to comprehend unchanging ideas that shape my soul.
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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