Find My Soul Mate © Surazeus 2024 05 04 When scarlet mushrooms blossom from my brain I realize animating human souls are not finite in number of their being for every body of organic juice conjures from nothing its own conscious mind who will sing as long as the red Earth rolls. Our conscious souls blossom from neural cells programmed by memories our ancestors lived that wake four-hundred-million-year-old souls each time our mother molds body of flesh from egg of hope sparked by sperm of desire so we transform from fish to wingless angel. When I become aware of my new self, reborn from incarnations of my soul, sprung from head of my father fully grown, I breathe deep spirit of the silver sky, then go forth on the signless road of hope to find soul mate and generate new soul. Experience of survival I retain, while navigating landscape of this world to access records of ancestral dreams, inspires weird song I spell with humming words that projects vision of future events when I name myself with free will of fate. So, when I signify my special soul, awake from supernatural glow of faith, with sacred name defining who I am, I see before my feet the golden way that guides my journey to the Promised Land to find my soul mate in garden of fruit. Entranced by beauty of their shining eyes that lure me into shadow of their arms, I open my heart to promise of love till rival to my role in our romance attacks me with intent to claim my place, so we battle till I drive them away. Embraced with passionate pleasure of being alive with memories of ancestral lives, we replay ancient story of romance to generate new bodies for our souls so they may live as we decay to death when we teach them how to generate life. Forever blooming new bodies of flesh through reincarnation of sperm and egg, immortal soul of genes is born again each time we find the soul mate of our heart so Wind-Flame and Earth-Water wakes from dream and designs its name in song of its fate.
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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