Grand Tale Of Humankind © Surazeus 2023 07 23 Each time I feel the whole universe tilt because I gain new perspective on life, based on weird concept that readjusts truth so I see my world in this whole new light, I shift deep center of my psychic weight to surf on ceaseless waves of social change. When I stand on Bridge of Forgetfulness one thousand years after I cast harsh curse against the ones who destroyed me with greed I chant spell of forgiveness to unbind knot of fate that chains my soul to the past so I can live this life free of despair. When we meet again in my thousandth life, face to face in timeless sunlight of hope, I feel eternal fate that binds our hearts in time-shifting relationship of love that always brings us together again so we walk holding hands on the lake shore. Since energy of hope, that motivates how my ancestors chose to live their days, still fuels my journey on the signless road across the waste land to Heaven I build, I channel passion of love through my hands to create this world where I want to live. Though our ancestors, sisters of one blood in Sumer, seven thousand years ago, parted ways to marry men they adored, me west to Avalon, you east to Java, we meet again on island of the snake to build new home in Apalachi hills. So many strangers in this life I meet shine with familiar spirit energy that I can almost find in flow of life that time and place in history of the Earth where our shared ancestors combined their souls to incarnate immortal soul of genes. I feel vast fabric of relationships connect our bodies in web of our genes when we meet again through the internet that highlights where we are on tree of life which blooms from one dynastic root of love since we all sprout from First Mother of Earth. I see her ecumenic beauty shine in eyes of every human being I meet, First Mother of Humanity whose soul still animates our universal mind, so we join world feast at her ziggurat where Amen sings grand tale of Humankind.
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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