Universal Face Of I Am © Surazeus 2023 11 15 When sorrow falls from the empty blue sky children climb up dark narrow stairs of faith where they see the old raven man express weird purity of moonlight on bleak snow as if we should jump from the highest point to find unburied treasure of the dead. If passion walks backward on the blind road children emerge from trunks of rotten trees to pretend they are bees that fly from eye of someone standing on the misty shore though no one wants to measure apple groves where dead people sit by the pool and chat. Since silence screams from blind eye of the moon children open and close ten thousand doors too soon to explicate unopened books yet count the strangers we want to be friends as if we could be ghosts on silver screens eager to perform stark ritual of death. Yet no one remembers strange melody sung by the sea waves when the rising sun creates the universe our eyes perceive in fractured mirror of our holy minds so we drive the car on long winding road that leads down from the door we never find. Why compulsive actions of bold effect cause misunderstandings between old friends no fool could explain to the smirking trees because ravens understand what ghosts say when they get stuck inside telephone lines that buzz soft with shocking epiphany. Too scrambled for people to understand what fools say when they stand on leafy roads and stare at puddles after silver rain, I open portal to the multiverse where I fall forever from the high tower on free-floating wings of the hungry seer. So tall island that hulks off rocky shore invites me to explore her secret cave where I see every movie ever filmed present whole history of the human race before we evolve into star-winged gods and fly awake from this planet we trash. Therefore old children in the feasting hall weep while watching the tragic play on stage depicting how the savior of their tribe feels divine spirit of consciousness glow clear as the fractured mirror of the moon where I see universal face of I Am.
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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