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.
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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