World Of Hungry Hope © Surazeus 2024 01 12 When I hear deathless mother call my name I stand still on the beach in lonely wind, for though I feel her presence in sunlight her face appears as cloud above the hill, so I decide that she is watching me from high above the world of hungry hope. I see her body crumble into sand and leave her skeleton gleaming in waves that swirl around me as I hold her skull and listen for sweet timbre of her voice explain the meme for how to start the fire that crackles bright in starless gloom of fear. This ancient memory from the dawn of time programs how I perceive the universe for that is when my mind invented God as Deathless Mother watching from the sky to guide my journey to vale of fruit trees through words I sing to the golden-eyed snake. Now I gaze at the eye-phone in my hand connecting me with countless human beings who live in every valley of the Earth so I can watch them play role of their hearts while I design virtual world of my brain that glows in magic spells after I die. Awake this hour on globe of dreaming souls, I feel aware in neurons of my brain ten billion ancestors who made me real through four hundred million years of rebirth so I am every memory of their lives combined in unity of my whole soul. I am immortal soul of genes they wove with every action running on the beach to hunt for food that nourishes the mind as I seek mate to generate new life in children who will live after we die to relive drama of this fertile life. Descendant of my genes in evolved form will stand alive on beach of timeless waves five billion years after I chant this song with heart that aches for beauty of this world to dream weird vision of the universe till the sun transforms our bodies to light. When I hear deathless mother call my name that she invents from sweet ache of her heart, I close my eyes to feel her in my heart, then I call name of my young curious child who imitates the song of life I spell which I translate from swirling waves 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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