Worldview Of Weird Truth © Surazeus 2023 06 18 Through enterprise of consciousness I map my self is annihilated by truth when I lose myself to victory of stones extreme enough to blossom into Earth because the universe knows the real me when I surrender to sweet threat of life. Dethroned by knowledge of the star-born soul that beams out from God Eye of the White Whole, I wander windy heath in blasting rain, bereft of reason I had learned in school, and eat lush grass with cows by singing stream because the Cosmos knows itself in me. Before my mind unifies with God Mind I hesitate on margin of the world to hear the universe in sea waves sing because when I become one with the Soul my material body will dissipate so I become perceiver of the Source. When I become wise puppet of the Force that flows through me in pulsing flux of love I surf the violent waves of social change with zen-mind calmness of the hurricane so I can build new worldview of Weird Truth on fractured ruins of grand narratives. Till I arrive at Fountain of the Source beyond the nowness of this aching flesh I float on wingless breath of eager hope toward holy mountain of the Singing Skull because when I perceive the Mind of God my body will dissolve to swirls of dust. I wake in doorless room of Timeless Truth as mindless Zero through the Absolute deep in vast maze of formless liberty where no entrance nor exit leads me forth beyond conceptual walls of paradise because I am the God Mind of all stars. I cannot stop not-being and break my flow when I return to longing of fierce guilt because I am the wind that guides my quest to be the best self I was born to be by giving up hope for eternity since I will vanish in blank void of death. Because I was born from one sperm and egg on one planet in the vast universe I seek flame of eternal mindless self till I become me on the storm-thrashed beach where I laugh and shout my name at wry death and savor strangeness of this fleeting life.
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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