Key Epiphany Of Truth © Surazeus 2024 05 23 I remember glow of the Beautiful I saw while I stood in liminal space of that weird ambiguous state of hope between doubt and faith in process of growth beyond the fractured sense of self I lost when I spoke the Word in soft evening glow. When I tattoo my heart with the Black Flame to bind my soul with monstrous honesty through writhing passion of the cold abyss, I hope blind Death will pass me by in jest dark hour I wait beneath the apple tree to hear heart-enchanting song of the serpent. When patient toad with gold hypnotic eyes, who chants immortal song of ocean waves while crouched like devilish tyrant of glee on purple mushroom of the dreamless cave, glares deep in wordless forest of my heart, I will decide then to obey or not. With Christ, Gilgamesh, Adam, and Achilles I discover short mortal state of life inherent in organic frame of cells fueled by interactions of chemicals that constitutes this body of frail flesh which nurtures spirit of my conscious mind. Though many prophets in history of man have preached immortal nature of our soul as spark of divine light trapped in frame of flesh, I reject this desperate belief as cruel lie that fools our minds to think we will survive dissolution of this body we are. When I was twenty-five years old I went forth from Seattle across the waste land to find true secret of the Holy Grail, and journeyed twenty years east on the road in quest that lead me to the Promised Land where I sang epic of philosophers. Now in safe haven of my garden home, in Athens town of Appalachian Hills, named for ancient city Athena ruled, I map globe atlas of world history while caring for our children with my wife who pours juice in my cup for me to drink. While on Takoma Mountain in lush grove, holy as Parnassus and Helicon, I witnessed key epiphany of truth when wise Astara, Muse of Liberty, gave me blank book and raven-feather quill, then filled my brain with visions of the world.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, May 23, 2024
Key Epiphany Of Truth
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Orpheus preaches that no one can be resurrected from the dead till desperate believers rip off his head in terror of eternal nothingness.
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