White Butterfly Of Hope © Surazeus 2024 02 11 I follow the white butterfly of hope through endless crowded maze of city streets to find the person I can understand so I can care for them with loving words and help them as we walk the road of life to build our secret paradise in Hell. The white butterfly leads me to the house that sits alone on hill of singing skulls among the dancing rainbow willow trees who twirl ballet around the lake of fire where seven ravens on the empty tomb talk about beauty of blooming fruit trees. When the white butterfly lands on the moon where the red rabbit drives the swift sports car I hesitate before the flashing door outside the lonely house on hill of skulls to write my fake name in the book of deeds that skitters away in the mirror maze. Yet the white butterfly returns to Earth to land on bowed head of the lonely girl who sits with her mother on the pink couch sipping tea with lemon from cave of ghosts till she runs outside to the wine-dark sea where she floats in waves with her mermaid tail. The white butterfly flutters from her hair when I grab her hand with gentle concern and take her to grove of shadowy light where we embrace and kiss with tender trust then give each other names as we make love to generate ten thousand spinning worlds. Awake in mind of the white butterfly, I see whole vision of our multiverse that spirals from first flash of the big bang into planets that forge from chemicals conscious creatures who walk their spinning globes and sing about strange beauty they perceive. The white butterfly gleams deep in black eyes of the woman who gazes in my soul as we become one spirit of the Earth through four hundred million years of rebirth in bodies of strangers that multiply to sing and dance in global choir of souls. Face to face under blooming Tree of Life, brought together by the white butterfly from opposite sides of the spinning Earth, we celebrate our life in paradise that we construct from signing skulls of Hell till we disappear through eternity.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, February 11, 2024
White Butterfly Of Hope
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