Free In Heaven Of Hope © Surazeus 2023 09 09 Sometimes our destiny is far away from where we are, so we must leave behind familiar world that traps us in routine, escaping over walls of paradise to explore signless waste land of our heart and build from despair new Heaven of Hope. I journey far from homeland of my birth, leaving my tribe to their successful lives because I find no role for me to play in dramas centered on their private needs, and perform role of quester for my Self to discover true nature of my heart. Alone in wilderness of somewhere else, small flame of life on vast wind-battered plain, I find deep in dark hollow of my heart bright secret flame of pure demonic light that guides my journey to the Promised Land where I create new life with ghost of love. Each nameless stranger on the endless road I meet in distant unfamiliar towns reflects new aspect of my secret soul in how their souls respond to tales I sing as I strum ancient lyre of Mercury that vibrates with conceptual tunes I code. Adventures of brave heroes, who explore our complex world that spins in star-bright void, I sing with voice of Phoebus in my heart enchanting minds of listeners with dreams that record how common ancestors lived in myths that program how we live today. Alone in rain before locked city gate, I sing forgotten tales of nameless souls while millions sitting in well-lighted homes watch dramas play on television screens, so mute in Garden of Eden I search where skulls of ancient bards crumble to dust. Groping blind in dark fog of fearful hope, I wander endless maze of timeless myths to follow weird song of Siren I hear vibrate with eerie anguish of desire, for I sense deep in haven of my mind that she is soul mate of my aching heart. Uncanny beauty of her ancient soul radiates so bright from passion of her heart I sense her spirit from beyond our world, so I ascend on wings of Icarus to fly halfway around our spinning Earth to Heaven of Hope where she waits for me. On empty ruins of Borobudur, ancient temple hidden by jungle trees, I find immortal soul of Queen Ishtar incarnate in fierce soul mate of my heart, so we hold hands and blaze new road of fate that leads us to destiny we create. We both find our destiny far away from where we were, because we left behind familiar worlds of religion and tribe to build new paradise with love we share blooming in children who spring from our genes to dwell safe and free in Heaven of Hope.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, September 9, 2023
Free In Heaven Of Hope
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