Quiet Of The Sky © Surazeus 2023 08 21 While searching for beauteous forms of desire in silent groves of wild secluded scenes I find myself in heaps of broken stones that once performed with grand eloquent pride lofty nobleness of cathedral space where the old bearded seer stares at the world. Trapped in scene of instruction he commands with tender glare of divine truth he keeps, composed from smoky quiet of the sky, I listen to his sermon, keyed with verse of sublime wisdom his mind confiscates from dead gods, define inner glow of truth. His low insistent gestures of gnarled hands connect lush landscape to far touchless sky of unchanging ideals outlined by smoke that writhes from chimneys of pastoral farms where world-wide wanderers relax in chairs of timeless contemplation of the light. Since sweet sensations surging in my blood wake me from tranquil pleasures I enjoy, I savor memories of our timeless hours solving mysteries of Nature we express with bold harmonious riddles children chant while gazing into secret life of things. If divine consciousness of God in me resides with subtle confidence of truth, defining sublimity of our souls in tune with blooming Nature of our world, then I am Adam and Jesus combined through single apparition of my ghost. Encased in corporeal frame of desire, suspended on luminous wings of faith, I linger long in shadows of my dreams to observe complex process of rebirth with joyous passion of my feverish heart when I wander lost in welcoming woods. Since Nature leads me on my random quest beyond all goals, that once my progress urged against authority of faceless gods, I embrace dread of rushing cataracts which sparks epiphany about our world I express through music of humanity. Motionless spirit of all thinking things impels my body to explore this world so my chaotic mind swirls into words I sing with sweet voice Thamuris respects which conjures jealousy my Muse ignores till she admits her lessons guide me well.
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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