Journey To The Moon © Surazeus 2024 03 22 While I am meditating in deep trance to wake immortal spirit of the stars with vibrant energy of conscious love, I find myself alone on desert plain before enormous ziggurat of skulls with diamonds gleaming as their demon eyes. Then from exploding heaps of spiteful sand I see grim Ozymandias appear with visage of huge statue Daniel saw, so I run to peak of Mount Helicon and hurl marble boulder of Sisyphus like bowling ball to crush his august pride. With heart of victorious alacrity I climb heavenly stairs of shining gold to plaza on the flat-top ziggurat where Ishtar gazes through tall telescope that projects her eye huge as Jupiter so she sees all that happens on the Earth. After placing laurel wreath on my head, the bright-eyed Queen of Heaven offers me choice of winged horses as my bold mount, Pegasus, Bucephalus, or Buraq, but while each one would bear me to my goal I choose instead Tianma that Kwan Yin trained. Mounting lithe horse with elegant swan wings, whose black eyes gleam with primal stars of love, I ride her swift expression of pure faith three times around life-spinning globe of Earth till she transcends this mortal plane of flesh and streaks on wings of lightning to the moon. Descending from ethereal swirls of light, Tianma, with purring wings that ripple time, lands on enormous marble ziggurat where wise Apollo on smooth throne of gold strums lyre of Mercury with supple hands and sings long epic poem that John Keats wrote. Entranced by vision of Hyperion, who reigned in crystal palace of star eyes one hundred million years of crafty peace, I gaze at sphere of Earth that shimmers bright, green and blue in nowhere void of hope, weeping for tragic lives of human souls. Awake from dream of meditating trance, I stretch and walk outside the silent hall to stroll in garden where cherry trees bloom fragile as children killed in brutal wars that rage in distant lands around the world, while I drink peach juice in the cool spring breeze.
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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