Reconnect My Heart © Surazeus 2024 05 25 Not yet ossified with decay of age, though still on my endless quest for truth among the shining streams of Faery Land, I soldier on through forests of romance, bearing Emerald Tablet with Laws of Nature, and grail from which I drink the blood of demons. Though diamond towers of Elphame gleam bright, veiled by thick swirling mist of fantasy, on naked ridge of that far eastern hill, gilded sharp with golden beams of sunlight, where I expect to meet God face to face, I see only my own face in the pool. Heart humming in tune with the natural world imbued with pure glow of divinity which radiates bright from every human soul, I glide with graceful ecstasy of faith past smoking ruins of homes bombed by greed to celebrate strange beauty of our world. Though indifferent Fate sends religious Death to harvest precious souls from fields of faith, then separate wheat from chaff with cruel war, I weep for every fragile human soul destroyed by vicious hurricanes of greed in genocides from which great empires rise. The carefree girl, murdered by terrorists angry that her ancestors stole their land, and the sweet girl who loves to sing and dance, murdered by bullets of snipers who laugh with glee that vermin they exterminate cannot breed, are both victims of cruel war. Searching for Garden of Eden with faith by crossing the waste land of howling ghosts, I escape crowded streets of paradise and follow Adam to the wilderness where I attempt to reconnect my heart to divine spirit that animates Earth. But that lush garden on the river shore, where Eve ate sweet Fruit of Knowledge with hope to understand weird nature of our world, now burns with flames of arrogance which hide fear that strangers will invade paradise and kill Spirit of Earth inside our hearts. Amid beautiful scenes of fruited hills the monstrous tyrant, drowned in pool of truth, emerges from dark waters of despair, so we bury tyranny in rich soil for Tree of Life to transform his foul heart to sweet nutritious fruit we share with faith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus joins Wordsworth on his journey to find the Spirit of Earth in the Holy Land.
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