Love-Flowing Hearts © Surazeus 2023 09 18 Life is weird, so I show this to my children, and I have performed mine a million ways with every mask of some dead character I wear while prancing on theater stage to channel with dramatic speech outrage that we will disappear from flow of time. Life is weird, because events that occur happen in confusingly random ways that present symptoms of fateful effects without revelation of primal cause which spirals our vast universe into being when atoms swerve into organic life. Life is weird, for we have evolved from slime sparked into life by flashing chemicals which motivates my mind to operate my body with aggressive hope for joy so I ascend from bottom of the sea and crawl sweet river to tree-rooted lake. Life is weird, because our lives seem so short as we feel sunlight glowing in good bones while fighting serpent in the tree for fruit, making love by light of the hungry moon, then teaching our children to search for joy before we float into dark gloom of death. Life is weird, because our lives seem so long as we generate new bodies of flesh that evolve through four hundred million years fish to lizard to mouse to cat to ape to wingless angel seeking to transcend this mortal flesh and become deathless god. Life is weird, so I teach my children how to express visions glowing in their minds by arranging words that present ideas as thought formulas of conceptual tropes that embody our psychic energy when we chant spells that program why we see. Life is weird, for the world is terrible because some people destroy everything from blinding rage that life is so unfair when misfortune strikes with disease or war that kills millions of people whose souls dissipate into nothing of sunlight. Life is weird, for the world is beautiful because some people create with their hands from valiant love that, though life is unfair when fortune favors some and never others, we work together with love-flowing hearts to make this world beautiful till we die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, September 18, 2023
Love-Flowing Hearts
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