Pageantry Of Life © Surazeus 2023 12 20 I strum star-vibrating lyre of my heart so I can recreate the conscious glow of supernatural passion which expands my skull-bound sense of self to enclose Earth with all its messy currents in one whole that rings through harmony of life and death. Instead of reaching toward the distant stars through irritable hope to grasp at the truth, I lie on grass beneath the apple tree to feel eternal spirit of the sky strum the sorrow-twanging lyre of my heart that luminates spirits on stage of life. Weird mystery, that conceals in psychic code how all material of our universe sprang into being from nothingness of hope that flares forth from first flash of the big bang, animates my brain with my conscious self so I incarnate divine mind of God. Thus each organic brain that beams with light on every planet in the universe incarnates soul of God in mortal form so zillions of souls on zillions of worlds dream together across vast galaxies to sing the harmony of flowing change. Born from my mother in the swirling sea, egg of truth sparked to life by seed of hope, I learn to walk in seething ocean waves, then stride along the winding river shore to climb the highest mountain in the world where I reach out to touch the silent stars. Yet when I fall back in my wingless mind, feeling alone on this vast spinning globe, I find you standing firmly by my side, so I hold your hand, and I kiss your mouth, then we walk back down to the river shore where we eat apples and sing as we dance. Your eyes wake me from slumber of lost time so we embrace and dance around the tree while Hermes plays heart-aching tune of hope on the lyre he designed from turtle shell, sweet melodies of timeless truth that stay relentless tide of death for just this hour. We play our roles in pageantry of life to generate new life before we die, then lie down on the ancient Earth of faith and sink into dark stream of nevermore, so children who spring from love of our hearts may play their roles in pageantry of life.
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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