Endless Road Of Hope © Surazeus 2023 03 God is concept of the ideal human toward which we evolve through every new life. The slim white moon sets behind wind-tossed trees, gleaming clear on the hidden silver stream. Alone in wood boat under eyeless stars, I sip wine and sing ancient sorrow song. Our bodies and brains are woven from atoms that spiral from first flash of the big bang. Ten thousand rivers flow into one sea after they tumble from high mountain vales. I sit on lush shore of Celestial River and read the last letter she wrote to me. Bright atoms sparkling in pool of my brain vibrate with light beams of one universe. Turtles swim over rooftops of our homes toward small island of the high mountain peak. Ten thousand boats float on the shoreless sky, glowing with lanterns lit by fallen stars. The Ungod who observes life from my brain wakes from starlight as my conscious I Am. Neighbors hand pots of food over the fence where sparrows dart among the maple trees. Farmers pause from tending fields of new crops and gaze at clouds to see if God exists. If Cloud Mind wakes inside my conscious mind I will transcend strict limits of this form. People follow trails winding around hills where red chrysanthemums bloom from our graves. Stopping in silver mist on dew-wet hill, I wonder if my love is still alive. Since God exists not outside words in books I play my own role in drama of life. Standing before gate to the Everywhere, I play heart-breaking songs on broken lyre. The Garden of Eden is lost beneath the sprawling city of ten million homes. The bridge between completely different worlds spans the bottomless abyss of my heart. No one today gathers in temple halls to feast while Muses sing of tragic heroes. I drive my car on endless road of hope till I run out of gas on the sea shore. Unconscious spirit of quick molecules motivates soul machine of chemicals. Long after I have vanished in the void, rivers still flow down mountains to the sea. When you gaze in the mirror of this verse you will see true face of the universe.
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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