Hymn Of Sacred Love © Surazeus 2024 03 28 Birth of my winged heart from sea of eyes occurs each year on this auspicious day four hundred million years since dawn of time when first mother rises from lake of dreams to pluck ripe fruit from humming tree of life then teaches me to sing what I perceive. When I enter secret cave of illusions to search for ring that gives me angel wings, so I can fly above vast maze of myths, I see ghost of my soul gazing at me from infinite depths in Mirror of Truth who pulls me into labyrinth of my fears. With heaving breath from lust of Sisyphus I run toward light at far end of the tunnel while strumming lyre of Orpheus as I chant spells to lure my bride from depths of despair till we emerge from underworld of death and stand surprised in joy of morning light. When she steps over threshold of her tomb bearing box Pandora made from her skull, long-slumbering spirit of the apple tree stirs awake from diamond of the First Flash and swirls with eerie music of lost love to welcome her home from the wilderness. Gazing in my eyes with galactic mind from eyes black as the full moon in oak trees, she asks me if I know how everything replicates from first flash of the big bang, and if I feel in deepest dreams of faith soul of the Prime Mover who dreams it all. As we gaze up at the bright Milky Way that arches high around life-spinning Earth, I feel glow deep in each cell of my brain insistent pulse of light which animates expression of my will through conscious force as we progress on road of life we pave. Erecting signs with names of ancient souls at crossroads where many signless roads meet, I designate attention for our quest that guides how we choose our fate with free will by asserting our perception of hope along the sacred way to Wonderland. To celebrate the birthday of my wife we gather in Stonehenge in gold moonlight to hear the Fairy Queen of Avalon sing heart-enchanting hymn of sacred love while Mercury plays lyre of psychic vibes and Earth continues spinning in the void.
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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