Genesis Day Cult © Surazeus 2024 05 30 Exploring every city in the world, I search for the opposite of Doomsday because I celebrate bold joy of life when people work together to create communal garden of herbs and fruit trees where we feast around the bright fire at night. At hearth inside safe walls of paradise, we build with our hands to protect our lives, I found welcoming Genesis Day Cult to celebrate freedom through self-control where we do what we will, if we harm none, creating life from tragedy of hope. Though Nature is indifferent to our lives, expressing unstoppable force of change through relentless flow of its ocean waves that wipes out whole cities without concern, I love weird beauty of its timeless glow because I am conscious flare of its light. You are pure beauty of the universe who smiles at me with gleam of guileless love through cosmic mirror of your dreaming eyes for you are always sitting at my side, laughing or weeping with passion of life, and singing in harmony with our faith. I know our planet spinning in the void, woven by beams of atoms from the sun which transforms our bodies from chemicals, will disintegrate to dust at doomsday, yet with reverent hymns of amazing grace I lead rites in my Genesis Day Cult. Alone in sacred grove on Helicon, I worship ancient spirit of the Earth embodied by the woman I adore whose strong hands create paradise from chaos through inventive vision of loving eyes when she builds Heaven in the wilderness. When people become terrified of change through constant readjustment of ideas that form conceptual structure of world view which guides how we interact with each other, they form their doomsday cult out of despair with desperate hope to conserve the lost past. Yet when we analyze nature of things as structures composed of atomic beams, we choose to create rather than destroy because we live in mental harmony with ever-swirling music of world spheres based on code of our Genesis Day Cult.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus stands on street corners to sing hymns that present world view of his Genesis Day Cult.
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