These Hands We Use © Surazeus 2024 03 29 These hands we use to manipulate time are secret of our ability to speak because we grasp with curiosity objects of material our eyes perceive so we can study nature of their being, then communicate thoughts our minds envision. As long-fingered cat leaping in dark woods I climb up giant sprawling web of vines to escape snarling jaws of mad-eyed wolf, and glide through trees one hundred million years, grasping limbs to feast on pungent fruit, then swing on vines to fly high without wings. Gliding through trees Guilin to Africa, we transform from cat to long-handed monkey able to grasp sticks and stones with strong thumbs which allows us to manipulate things while humming passionate joy in our hearts as we gather in dream cave by the sea. With stubby tail I cannot swing in trees so I descend to swim in swirling waves where I snatch wriggling fish with clenching fist then roast it over crackling flames of light while standing on two legs of confidence to reach my hands for untouchable stars. Dancing upright with divine breath of hope, we leap on two legs in shallow sea waves with buoyant passion of attentive faith, remaining tall with balance of two arms we spread as wings to walk on river shores when we explore horizon of our eyes. Plucking mushrooms from cow dung on flat plains, we eat sweet manna that sprouts after rain which beams conceptual visions of thought forms in pulsing sphere of rainbows in our eyes which conjures virtual model of the world that we express with humming breath of sound. With soft vibrating tones of phonic thought we designate each object we perceive, whole quality that defines measured being, and action we perform with conscious force, by speaking sentence of conceptual words in language we express with humming tongue. Through action of grasping things with our hands we invent with divine breath of conscious faith language binding objects with phonic sounds to act as metaphors that carry thought mind to mind so we can communicate intelligent wisdom through poetry.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, March 29, 2024
These Hands We Use
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