Energy Of Thought © Surazeus 2024 06 01 Energy of thought that glows in the mind transforms my body into river boat so I sail down from mountain to the sea where ghost-waves undulate in swirl of stars at timeless moment something shifts in me when I become the name your eyes perceive. Rough waves upset my equilibrium that wakes my soul at bottom of the sea with urgent mission to transcend the gloom while swimming up toward gold eye of the sun that beckons me to rise and walk the Earth so I confess I am the wave of light. Unsteady spin of Earth in starless void knocks me about when I walk in deep tide on two legs upright from my fearful crouch forever climbing long lush river shore till I stand on the highest mountain peak and stretch my arms to pray they become wings. Glare of sunlight dawning on mountain ridge hurts my wide eyes with sudden truth I fear because the distant horizon of faith always gleams far beyond the road I blaze with every step I plant on quaking Earth that keeps on rolling away from my force. Heart-aching tone of wind in bamboo pipes wails soft with haunting melody of hope as I keep walking hundred thousand years life after life incarnating my old soul when I chase the sun east to sea of birth then chase it west to find out where it dies. The road goes ever on beyond my dream so I follow it from door of my heart because to find out where the sun is born I leave behind each home my fathers build and build ten thousand more on river shores where bones of my mothers compose the Earth. To return to first home my mind creates I walk the world from sea to shining sea till I arrive in valley of fruit trees where my first mother sang first song of love that died to wake inside ache of my heart as light that guides me to my brave new world. To wake my true self from egg of my heart I walk away from home where I was born and map the waste land of terrible fear then climb high mountain where the Muse of truth teaches me how to sing dream of my mind till I return to energy of thought.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus learns to sing from Calliope on Mount Helicon so he can chronicle history of humanity.
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