Particles Of Sunlit Truth © Surazeus 2023 11 27 The accidental beauty of the Word, that the saddest tree in the world invents, exposes my heart to strangeness of life so I want to open all the locked doors that keep our minds trapped in the maze of myths designed by ancestors to keep us safe. With each conceptual door I open wide I find another star-gem on the ground which contains deep in bright core of its eye complete dream of evolution we feel that vibrates from each atom of our being so we remember everything that happens. When I stand amazed on threshold of truth, to dream how every soul evolves from light, I feel my mind expand beyond my body as each bright atom pulsing in my brain reveals its spiral path from the First Flash through stars and planets to become my eye. These atoms glowing now inside my brain, that transformed this planet four billion years through swirl of seas and glow of minerals, sparkling as rain that blossoms into fruit which composes whole matrix of my being, will flow to compose many other things. This water sparkling in glass of my hope has swirled in oceans, rained on mountain slopes, issued through rivers, and shimmered in lakes to water plants eaten by animals, or be drunk by creatures thirsty for truth, animating billions of souls before me. I feel bright conscious soul of every creature who ever lived in spinning of this world, fueled by sweet nectar of this sparkling water, glow now inside timeless dreams of my brain so I gain wisdom of their long-lost minds, which motivates my passion to love all. Accept this glass of water from my hand, for its bright particles of sunlit truth have animated conscious minds of creatures four hundred million years of spinning fate, and now will beam eternal light of time through star-born prism of your dreaming mind. Details that compose memories of my life will vanish from conscious glow of my brain when chemical functions of my soul cease, and I disappear from dream of this Earth, but water glowing in my body now will animate more souls after I 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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