Yamakiasham Mountain Range © Surazeus 2022 12 26 While climbing narrow trail among tall pines on high snow-frosted slopes of Mount Tahoma in svelte Yamakiasham Mountain range, I feel compact sense of time dissipate with eternal beauty of timeless glow that beams bitter-sweet song into my heart. Though thousands of miles west across the sea from the rugged Skanderna Mountain range where my ancient Elfin ancestors lived in rugged valleys twenty thousand years, I feel their lissom energy vibrate from Mount Tahoma deep into my heart. In sphere of glowing light through swirling mist I discern tall woman, with star-bright eyes and hair flowing long as clouds over mountains, descend on empyreal seraphic wings to place laptop computer in my hands so I can map tale of humanity. Entranced by haunting melody of hope she sings with melancholy faith in love that fills my heart with passionate desire, I sing in harmony with flowing wind that swirls around our world of dreaming souls to weave my heart in matrix of the Earth. Though I travel far over forty years across this fertile land of Onatah, I feel that timeless spirit of Tahoma, sacred mountain where my Muse dreams the Earth, still glow inside whole radiance of my heart, so I sing with deep pulsing of her power. Pure luminosity of primal love which emanates from mountain of my heart reverberates through fabric of our world so I feel ethereal music of truth radiate from every object formed of matter that rings with quick atomic energy. My ancestors followed vast mountain range Egyptia to Sumeria to India to China, then back across apple mountains of Scythia, so I have stood on top ten thousand peaks to feel immortal light of divine stars energize atoms sparkling in my brain. On high snow-frosted slopes of Mount Tahoma in svelte Yamakiasham Mountain range my spirit lingers far outside my body so I always, no matter where I dwell, hear siren song of my Muse call my name, urging me to return to her dream cave.
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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