Vanish In Weird Silence © Surazeus 2023 06 25 The great square wood house on the lonely hill shines bright gold from inside with family love through light that emanates in rays of warmth from ceaseless fountain of maternal hearts as beacon that guides my path in the gloom back home safe from terrible hell of war. Though wind originates from ache of hope, formed by desire deep in the Absolute, I blossom my particular soul here through flawed perfection of my hungry mind fueled by fierce longing to become pure flowing of eternal light this hour. Because sea wind anoints my hungry tongue with mission to enchant strangers with truth I must accept this frail organic form of bone and flesh that generates my soul for conscious knowledge that I am alive startles me awake with vision of love. Released from formal structure of my brain to flow from strict bounds of my river mind, I flow into vast sea of Unity to float in timeless dream of everything till binding particulars of my being dissolve as rain so I am everyone. Soft wind of mindless being carves from hard void unchanging monuments of mortal beings who wander landscape of light-pulsing Now in bold relentless search for secret code that programs how my brain perceives the world which sustains and consumes my body frame. Beyond the loss and gain of restless hope I walk shifting dunes of eternity with plan to find the origin of light because the sun bursts bright in blaze of fear from formless shadow of the mountain peak that calls my name with sorrow of the wind. I turn and stand on momentary height of bone-buzzing ecstasy to breathe soul-swirling wisdom of the mindless wind to study strange process of birth and growth while bodies ever dissolve into dust after struggling to evade nothingness. Vexatious shadow of controlled desire liberates my heart from cavern of despair, too long constrained by irritating faith, so I transcend this fragile shell of flesh to radiate conscious mind of divine love and shine before I vanish in weird silence.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, June 25, 2023
Vanish In Weird Silence
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