Shifting Tide Of Change © Surazeus 2024 06 29 I feel shifting tide of change in the world as if some great spirit of hope is born from terrible suffering of countless hearts that weep from pain of unstoppable loss as bodies transform into strange new souls who transcend sorrow with passion of love. When strange wind from mystical mountain blows white blossoms of apple trees round our homes, eternal flame of our ancestral souls flickers with lithe agitation of faith that sparks ethereal song of timeless joy from deep inside dark cavern of my heart. Deep in abyss of ocean canyon cave weird light of ancient mother egg-eye glows with song of atoms flashing mind of god that spirals wild from first flash of the big bang to motivate each fierce beat of my heart so I breathe spirit of the universe. Our spinning globe is swirl of molecules that aggregate in live chemical forms from rings of six-electron carbon coils that weave neural network of dreaming brains when the universe of possible truths wakes in conscious awareness of I Am. Our planet had been spinning in the void four billion years before our souls evolved to build empires along lush river vales, and will keep spinning eight billion years more long after we all dissipate to dust, yet still we fight over who eats and breeds. Our nation transforms every eighty years through four-generation cycles of change, so though the way of live we long have known scatters our families far across the land we will build new social system of peace to organize life-affirming routines. When the rich grow strong oppressing the poor through institutions of body control, some Samson or Kaveh with sense of justice will rise as Hidden Dragon from the crowd to shatter privilege of money power, then enforce equal rights for everyone. When I sense tide of change swell in the world I build ark that unites nations of Earth big enough to include all living souls in global system of fair human rights with standard laws of liberty for all so we live as we will if we harm none.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus finds Kaveh the Blacksmith weeping for the suffering of the people of Earth, so he gives him the hammer of justice.
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