Mother Of Faces © Surazeus 2024 03 01 When Mother of Faces creates the face I wear in this short temporary life, I think I wear the mythic Face of God, but when I look in mirror of my heart I see faces all my ancestors wore combined to compose the Many-Faced God. Since Mother of Faces creates my face you see when you look in my ancient soul, I see her face reflected in your face as we hold hands and walk the road of life to find the tree of fruit on river shore which nourishes our bodies with pure love. Though Mother of Faces creates our face from mud of Earth she shapes with loving hands, we tell each other our beautiful face is made from swirling curves of holy light to hide strange darkness of the lurid sea who calls us to return to sunless gloom. While Mother of Faces creates your face from subtle whisper of the mountain wind, I breathe ethereal spirit of your heart to perceive glowing vision of the world your words design when we communicate so we make love to create the new face. Yet Mother of Faces creates their face from sparkling river on the fruited plain, which blends the special features of our souls in their new face that weaves our minds in one as child who takes our faces to the dawn when we sink down in nothing of the night. Till Mother of Faces creates the face that merges millions of faces in one, we feel alone in vastness of the world, each nameless soul on signless road of hope searching forever for the Promised Land crowded with faces that all look alike. If Mother of Faces creates my face from all the faces she dreams in the world, I feel deep sympathy of honest love for every face I meet on road of life, so I ask each one for their secret name which helps me write their stories in the sand. So Mother of Faces creates God Face that gazes backward on long swirl of time to dream again each conscious human life who ever lived since we evolved from slime, and rise now high on wings of timeless faith to give our face to the Many-Faced God.
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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