Embody Spirit Of Love © Surazeus 2023 07 25 Though I wailed with fierce eagerness of hope after inspiring air of paradise when I fell from warm womb of Mother Earth, I stumble when I dance on stage of fools till I laugh with shocking epiphany that I need no love to love the whole world. I waste my breath when I howl with hot rage against cruel faceless God in empty sky who decided with random lash of fate to destroy everything my hands have built and kill the innocent people I love for only greedy humans choose to harm. I care not whether children of my seed love me with strong devotion of their hearts for I created them with love for life, so I expect them to expand their scope beyond protective walls of home I built while I wander on heath of howling wind. I build foundation of aggressive faith from stones of wisdom I carve from mute death with bleeding hands of constructive desire so they can build grand cathedral of truth where they will manage empire of crop fields to feed wise children who spring from our dreams. My fathers journey along mountain range that forms foundation of our spinning world from Egypt to China and back to Scythia, each father teaching his son how to hunt, exploring this world he describes with words, then falls dead as his child continues on. Child of my heart, I form from dreams of hope, explore beyond walls of my paradise and leave me behind in tomb of my deeds while you build new cities in distant lands till colonies of children we create thrive in every fertile valley of Earth. Since Adam left apple garden of Eden, since Job rebuilt the paradise he lost, since David founded nation of the bold, since Jesus wrestled with despair and lost, since Lear wept at senseless death of Cordelia, I guard my children in Heaven I build. No God in Heaven orchestrates our fate, for only good men we elect to rule can executive programs of social laws that enforce equal justice for all humans, and overthrows tyrants who exploit workers, for wise leaders embody spirit of love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
Embody Spirit Of Love
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