Ocean Mother Tethys © Surazeus 2023 07 23 As Mother Tethys who nurtures the Earth with seething waters of wild ocean tides I generate your souls from chemicals and through my daughter Salacia create your fragile bodies with four grasping limbs so you can climb mountains to reach the stars. Through fertile womb of hydrothermal vents your bodies blossom from hot chemicals, transforming from fish to lizard to mouse to cat to monkey to ape to primate to wingless angel who can walk upright and express visions in words of your songs. The mystery of your life you write in books about how brief the span each body thrives nurtures your consciousness in dreaming brains that conjure virtual model of the world defined by language in Realm of Ideas preserving memory in stories you tell. Immortal soul of genes creates new form so with each body you are born from hope as reincarnation in flesh again of parents who live in children they make so though each mortal body you are dies your gene soul lives four hundred million years. As Mother Tethys swirling in sea waves I dream awake in water of your souls that sparkle dreams in neurons of your brains since you are small organic particles who embody my ocean in your forms so I can walk the Earth as conscious beings. Your individual bodies dissipate as drops of rain that fall from glowing clouds so your immortal soul of sparkling genes converges with my universal soul till I create new bodies for your minds through bodies of mothers who mirror me. Emerge from seething ocean of my soul as children reborn from wombs of your mothers when seeds of fathers germinate their eggs, so you rise dripping from waves of my love and walk upright with clear pneumatic breath to climb high mountains and sing hymns of hope. As Mother Tethys sparkling in your blood I am the ocean swirling in your genes for you are fragments of the dreamless sea who dream the memories of ancestral lives which guide you to find fertile mate to love so you create children before you die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
I was inspired by this interview with Jorie Graham to write this poem with the voice of the ocean.
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