When Saturn Leads Us © Surazeus 2023 06 24 I stroll down Sunshine Avenue at noon in ancient city of the prancing horse, and look for face of God in mirror moon to feel electric power of the Force, but all I see are mortal souls like me who seek to comprehend Eternity. Mute ghosts of poets who once lived on Earth and sang visions of truth with clarion voice guide me on quest to find secret of birth when man and woman make romantic choice to generate new life from glowing genes so we can play our roles in tragic scenes. Reborn from Egg of Hope on ocean beach each generation we evolve from light, I open my heart to what Death may teach when I soar to Heaven with eager flight only to discover nothing but clouds that spill fertile rain on lamenting crowds. I fly airplane around the spinning world then stand on stage in crowded church of faith to foretell coming of the Cosmic Herald who battles tyranny of the Mind Wraith, opposing ministers of monarchy by building strong state on democracy. Renewal of organic conscious life who tend fruit trees from rich abundant soil blooms from word seeds that fund our social strife to gain our earned reward from daily toil when Saturn spreads bold wings of fortitude to build empire he rules from solitude. We find in hearts that ache from bitter pain bold courage to assert our right to live free from oppression of their greedy reign with liberation through power to give when Saturn leads us to the Promised Land with legal sickle in his honest hand. So when the White Crow of the silver sky flies spirals over temple of the cow I climb Saturnius Mountain with one eye fixed on the shining monolith of How to forum where sweet Ceres sells baked bread we soak in honey to honor the dead. To maintain peace in Garden of the Bride I grasp the labrys double-bladed ax, bound with twelve magic wands of the Dream Guide, then construct world view based on measure facts through paradigm that forms reality where every soul lives well in liberty.
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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