Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Psychic Ghosts Of Chemicals

Psychic Ghosts Of Chemicals
© Surazeus
2023 03 07

Faint tracks in mindless snow of lonely woods 
map futile quests of poets to explain 
romantic compassion of mortal gods 
to transcend twisting agony of pain 
endemic to our struggle to live well 
as conscious shadow of the cosmic soul. 

The conscious radiance of the cosmic soul 
consists of every light-perceptive brain 
awake on every carbon-blooming world 
in the universe, nurtured bright by its star, 
who sings vision of life their mind creates 
to express joy at pleasure of existence. 

Though Muses of the poets long ago 
once dwelled on Parnassus and Helicon, 
Tahoma, bright in silver Seattle mist, 
is my own Holy Mountain of the Muse 
where I first learned to play the lyre of Hermes 
and sing Apollonian verse of the soul. 

While standing on roof outside my apartment 
over the Beauty and the Books bookstore, 
I see Tahoma, Goddess of Rebirth, 
spread lightning wings over maze of Seattle 
and leap on flash of truth into my heart 
to fill my mind with endless flow of song. 

Inspired by sacred spirit of Tahoma, 
I journey far across the spinning world, 
from Seattle to Denver to Miami, 
chanting visions as soul of Mercury 
to lead lost souls on signless road of faith 
for we are temporary flames of love. 

With crystal stillness of unshattered dream 
that radiates silence from eight billion brains 
I rise from shimmering darkness of my heart 
to flow with breath of every living soul 
in psychic current of transcendent love 
that blooms as apples from the Tree of Life. 

We exercise free will of aching hope 
within constraints of strict atomic forms 
that bind our conscious minds with writhing words 
which energizes vessel of our souls 
over passionate waves of molecules 
for we are psychic ghosts of chemicals. 

Swift horse that gallops on the grassy plain 
reveals to me the vast scope of our world, 
so we lounge on the peaceful river shore, 
munching apples in timeless evening glow 
with Waldeinsamkeit in our sublime woods 
as conscious shadow of the cosmic soul. 

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