Touch Sensible Emptiness © Surazeus 2024 07 16 When the operative beams of the sun fill pores of things with spirits of desire, its soul impregnates all bodies with powers that emanate with conscious mind of light which causes forward motion of our life as we transform from atoms into God. After digging deep in the mountain side to excavate dark material of time, I extract from weird womb of Mother Earth enormous crystal egg of diamond eyes that glitters with first flash of the big bang which still gleams in every cell of my soul. Each grain of sand that glitters in my hand with perfect light of pure infinity reflects vast framework of the universe to exhibit power of divine atoms which form structure of each objective thing with matter in pattern of its idea. Alone on Helicon in singing wind, I reach out curious passion of my hand so I can touch sensible emptiness that vibrates in all objects of this world which falls as rain on sands of everywhere as I drink divine mirage of the mind. Beautiful absence of existing thoughts shines with swirling auras of lustrous words that flicker on surface of the round lake through which I gaze into the godless sky to see my face reflected in its mask that provides form for my soul to exist. Awake as infant soul on spinning Earth, I write tale of my life in Empty Book to express truth of our atomic mind that incarnates in our organic bodies capable of transcending fear of death when I generate figures of my brain. Walking along rivers that wind round hills, I search for similitude of my dreams that bloom as sun-haloed fruit in broad trees till I crack open timeless stone of faith to find spark of God in emerald gems pulsating with radiant beauty of love. I wear diadem ring enclosing all who incarnate in flesh on spinning globe to see the universe of flashing stars that weave my glorious soul from the Earth so I sing with music of the wild sea that swirls in neurons of my dreaming brain.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus tries to touch sensible emptiness of all objective things that exist as words we speak.
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