Blank Page Of Thought © Surazeus 2023 08 05 When you are faced with the blank page of thought, yield to impulse to say what you desire for there is no perfect sentence of words that depict vast complexity of life which spirals into galaxies of worlds from atoms tangled in matrix of dreams. There is only spell you need to express memories of events you experience that your brain records when you wake from dream as you breathe spirit of conceptual air to narrate weird state of reality at this hour you perceive it with clear truth. It is the nature of this flowing world that we are fragile chemical machines who navigate strange landscape of desire in endless search for nutritional fruit which animates our bodies with compassion, then we sing visions about how we feel. Translating process of experience to record effects from cause of our actions composes program of textual expression we employ to encode wisdom we learn, converting cultural concepts into memes that we pass to children we educate. So when you wake from dream of hungry hope at dawning light of wild epiphany on shifting sands of the blank ocean shore, heart pulsing with resurgent tides of fear, breathe in deep cosmic spirit of weird truth and sing that vision glowing in your eyes. Time generates our bodies from dark light at hydrothermal vents of ecstasy, so we rise from mute womb of Mother Sea to crawl fresh-water rivers to Dream Cave where we climb Tree of Knowledge with desire to eat sweet fruit of wisdom from the sun. From there we journey to the Promised Land, evolving through bodies mother to child, fish to lizard to mouse to cat to ape to wingless angel eager to transcend limiting scope of what our eyes perceive when we share stories of experience. When you gaze aching at blank page of thought and seek to write sentence of perfect words, trust bright instinct of your heart to express conceptual truth glowing in your eyes now, for what you have to say this radiant hour is what you need to sing 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
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