Keep Each Other Alive © Surazeus 2024 02 04 Falling into eye of the sacred blue from where I stand with dizzy fortitude, I wonder how games of politics change while humans keep growing crops from the soil, and children play chase on the river shore while feeling spin of the world iron core. When sunlit rain fills my heart with lost words that sparkle from core of the gleaming sun, I gaze in eyes of people on the Earth to sense the supersoul of truth we share, but I feel silence of vast loneliness in eerie melody human minds hum. Each apple fallen from the Tree of Life could feed one human soul ten thousand years, but some claim ownership of apple trees while others must work to afford the cost, yet Nature who makes us destroys us too so we become soil where apple trees grow. The Earth around me everywhere I walk is formed of dust from bodies of the dead, so I listen to whisper of the wind to hear their voices tell forgotten tales, yet when I write their names in Book of Life their humanness vanishes in strange myths. Though I still follow scent of phantom hope forever in vast winding maze of myths, I try to fathom mystery of the brain that designs virtual model of the Earth, so I am nameless soul you see in dream who plays tunes of faith on flute of your bones. Floating over mushroom of ancient dreams in swamp of toads who sing with voice of God, I spread scope of my conscious mind to span complete history of human life on Earth, so I can comprehend cause of our truth and thus predict how we will grow from here. In waste land soaked with awakening tears that fall from laughter of the faceless sun, I reach my hand across abyss of fear to touch your face with caress of true love, astonished that this stranger I perceive reflects the timeless spirit of our world. Though we clash over whose conceptual truth better depicts real universe we sense, we program new world view we both can share that matches cause and effect we engage, which helps us navigate this hostile land as we keep each other alive through 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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