Our Bodies Blossom © Surazeus 2024 04 30 When life stirs in fertile womb of the sea our bodies blossom with hope of the Earth as she delights in how our souls evolve four hundred million years from eager fish to wingless angels singing dreams of light in global choir that thrills her heart with love. Sipping tea at glass table with her husband at small cafe beside the river park, Kathy rests hand on her belly and smiles with glowing pleasure to feel in her womb new spirit blooming from light of the world, and hums while watching sparrows flit in trees. Each new body born from mother of life is reincarnation, again in flesh, of immortal soul programmed in our genes that first evolved near hydrothermal vents from rings of carbon coiled in strands of code, so we have been alive since dawn of time. Caressing soft petals of the red rose that emanates sweet scent of humble joy, Kathy relishes strawberry parfait while Ha-yoon plays dreamy Moonlight Sonata that beams enchanting aura on the street as cars with gold lights gracefully glide by. First Mother Egg of our immortal soul, who spawned all forms of life that thrive today, still dreams in every plant and animal through conscious vision of atomic cells that pulse with primal passion of desire to savor joy of existing in form. Pondering name she will bestow on her child who begins to dream now inside her womb, Kathy whispers Kassandra or Katrina, but leaps to her feet in startled surprise when man she escaped from six years before aims pistol at her heart and fires a shot. Curling down to shield her womb with both arms while spinning away to roll on the ground, Kathy closes her eyes to hide from Death who leaps in front to guard his pregnant bride so the bullet pierces his chest instead, while two men tackle the man with the gun. Holding hands with Death who lies on the bed to heal from the gunshot wound to his chest, Kathy tearfully smiles as he opens his eyes and shows new-born Kassandra to her father who smiles with joy his wife and child are safe, then hums as her eyes gaze into his soul.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, April 30, 2024
Our Bodies Blossom
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