Feel Soul Of Our Earth © Surazeus 2023 11 26 I go to see my mother of the sea, which cannot be found on any world chart, who rises from waves of fertility, for she is older than moon of my heart. I feel soul of our Earth dream in my brain when I walk lush hills in sun and rain. My mother floating over dream-bright waves extends both arms to hug my lonely soul, so I emerge from terror of dark caves to sing dream spells in tune with the White Whole. I feel soul of our Earth glow in my flesh from atoms weaving me in cosmic mesh. Ten thousand people walk bright windy beach while holding hands in couples of romance while we invent machine of spirit speech so we can share our love with cosmic dance. I feel soul of our Earth bind us in clans through religions based on survival plans. You gaze deep in dark heart of honesty to see true nature of my soul I hide, then open my heart with passionate key that binds us as one on our life-long ride. I feel soul of our Earth inspire my mind to construct safe home our regard designed. They dance as shadows by the glowing sea, the nameless strangers I will love the most, so we roast fish at hearth of courtesy till they all vanish as the faceless ghost. I feel soul of our Earth that comes and goes quick as the seasons of showers and snows. I bake clay into bricks of blooming flower that spirals from my heart of hungry hope, then build high pyramid of social power where I teach curious children how to cope. I feel soul of our Earth in breathing being that soars above the world on psychic wing. Ten thousand years my empires rise and fall around towns of control on river shores, but with the bloody writing on the wall I linger alone in half-open doors. I feel soul of our Earth design our fate no matter how strong the heavenly gate. After work at the office cubicle I drive my car down to the windy sea to find again the cosmic particle that renews spark of creativity. I feel soul of our Earth revive the world with vision that inspires the cosmic herald.
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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