Person Who Dreams © Surazeus 2024 04 25 The person is walking along the street past houses nestled among wind-blown trees that could be in any city on Earth, for this person who breathes life in the flesh is every person who has ever lived, and every name ever spoken is theirs. The person looks at leaves fluttering on trees and feels eternal beauty of the sun that blooms in every tree that ever blooms in every meadow beside every lake filled by every river that ever flows where they walk along every road of hope. The person looks at white clouds in blue sky that gather water from oceans of faith which they scatter as rain on every hill where people gather in light of the moon to prepare meals from the bountiful woods then feast and share every tale ever dreamed. The person who stands on our spinning sphere is me who gazes at the world with eyes that beam rays of light into my brain cells which organize their colors into shapes based on ideas my thoughts categorize to conjure virtual model of the real world. The person who perceives the world of forms is you who ponders what is real or not by expressing concepts in sentient sounds that convey vision of that world you see which indicates to others how you feel so you accept the fruit I offer you. The person who dreams the world we perceive is us who tell each other how we feel by inventing language that distorts the truth to conform to state ideologies prophets design to control our rogue minds when we enforce our right to live and eat. The person is standing on the hill top and painting image with wet globs on wood that represents the world our eyes perceive where organic forms made of chemicals interact through romantic tragedies in games that determine who breeds with whom. The person who plays lyre of Mercury sings ballad about daughter of Apollo who falls in love with son of Lucifer so they run away to build paradise where they raise children in Garden of Eden who sell apples in the market of hope.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, April 25, 2024
Person Who Dreams
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