Voice Of Every River © Surazeus 2024 05 25 The voice of every river in the world speaks to me in thoughts people never speak as loud roar pounding in my sea-shell ears which, at expression of my own faint voice, coalesce in whole emblem of my mind through which I feed upon infinity. Since sparkling neurons of my dreaming brain conjure virtual model of the whole Earth, this mysterious function of comprehension seems to weave into fabric, more divine than chemical Nature that sustains life, my brain composed of flashing molecules. Though the mind of humans, which seems divine, glows magnified more beautiful than Earth on which it dwells in matrix of bright forms, our brains are nothing more than chemicals condensed in neural cells which conjugate impressions into meaning we design. I find no meaning in this changing world composed of chemicals that nurture souls with complex organs evolving into gods, except the meaning my perceptive brain assembles into puzzle of world view from fragments of concepts my eyes conceive. No conscious gods with supernatural power exist outside idea-programmed brains, for every mythic legend that records life and deeds of powerful divine beings was preserved in weird stories people shared describing humans who lived ages past. I feel their ancient spirits in gold light that gleams with hope each timeless afternoon on green leaves hanging from tall dreamless trees who watch generations of human beings rise and fall through waves of history in endless seething tides of war and peace. Though Beauty of Nature that forms this Earth appears to glow with bright divinity in spirit, our fearful ancestors termed God, who created this organized Cosmos, I know this supernatural conscious mind I feel is but projection of my dreaming brain. Sitting quiet in haven of my home, observing humans move as streams of hope in streets connecting cities around Earth, like blood cells in global network of veins, I hear all their voices through river spell sing in worldwide choir of our divine mind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, May 25, 2024
Voice Of Every River
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