Sing On Every Globe © Surazeus 2024 04 26 Erased from dream of Earth with flash of fire which transforms my body to beams of light, I disappear from swirl of singing life as nameless mask that hangs on temple wall where no sad singer recounts tale I lived while leaves of trees whisper in evening breeze. Reborn in frail body of chemicals life after life four hundred million years, I wake again from timeless dream of hope in each newly designed organic form to stand on ocean shore of singing stars and remember true name of my first soul. With memories of each life from birth to birth, all my ancestors lived from dawn of time, I grow more wise in knowledge of the truth about how we regenerate our souls from immortal soul of life-weaving genes that mold our bodies from light of the sun. Each face I wear as new incarnate soul reflects eternal spirit of the sun who beams unconscious power of desire to nourish passion of my will to live as I evolve fish to lizard to mouse to cat to monkey to human to god. Now I turn mirror mask of my new face up toward eternal beauty of Blue Sky where I aspire to transcend mortal frame, yet I know with wry laughter of respect that my conscious soul of self-aware mind is chemical function of neural cells. My conscious soul is function of this brain nurtured by chemical flash of desire that surges vibrant waves of aching hope which motivates my progress beyond fear across the waste land of terrible truth to build garden of fruit trees by the lake. After First Mother rose from sea of dreams she generated children from her love who multiply into billions of souls now forming nation-states around the Earth forever fighting to control rich land in endless world wars of kill or be killed. I take no sides in regional conflicts for we are all children of Mother Earth, so I weep for every human being killed while rivers flow and fruits ripen on trees and stars twinkle on their own fruitful worlds where I will wake and sing on every globe.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
No comments:
Post a Comment