Vast Singularity Of Love © Surazeus 2024 01 10 While listening to the waterfall of light, I invent the strange story of my life where I survive the terrible events through kindness of lost people without names who vanish on the boat in swirling mist though I come with gift of apples too late. I hold up three fingers to represent tall trunk and spreading branches of the tree which grows forever as symbol of truth, so I draw line with three limbs branching up to signify true concept of the Tree which provides fruit that nourishes my soul. I open door of every house I pass to find vast singularity of love that gleams compact in beating of my heart because I keep my secrets in the drawer which I give to every person I meet to honor how we all are made of grass. Before I become nothing of this brain I am the ocean swirling around Earth, awake with timeless energy of motion, too important for this stark loneliness to remember why every creature dies after we are born from beams of sunlight. After I walk from sea to shining sea I will stand on stage of the empty church to explain what the silence says each hour our hearts fold wings to trace our global flight, but I stop on the hill of singing trees to gaze up at fake mirror of the sky. This world I sense with algorithmic thoughts glows bright outside the dream world of my brain so I note lessons of nature I learn with magic spells in book of wordless codes that yet-born people can read without eyes which programs their brains to see how I see. I know I am alive because my heart remembers pain and pleasure of my days, so I keep walking signless road of faith across national borders of empires which I cannot see as I walk in the woods where strangers hide books under tangled roots. Bathing in waters of the River Styx in cold baptism that restores my soul, I ponder nature of our universe composed of atoms in chemical forms that grow and decay in cycles of change, born from vast singularity of love.
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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