Thursday, August 15, 2024

Alone On Crowded Earth

Alone On Crowded Earth
© Surazeus
2024 08 15

When the tree gives me the book of its faith 
by throwing rotten fruit at my frail head, 
I cup river water in my two hands 
and spill tears of hope to nourish its roots, 
yet children dance around her on the hill 
and mock birds who keep secret how she feels. 

When the snake asks me why I am not real 
by cracking dream stones open to reveal 
true face of God that hides inside our hearts, 
I ask her if she can weave me new wings 
so we can fly together to the stars 
that glitter on waves in the sea-shore cave. 

When the shadow in the sea smiles at me 
with hunger to consume flame of my soul, 
I break chains of resentment from old grudges 
to free myself from misery of the past 
so I can walk away from cage of fear 
that I built with anguish of my own hands. 

When the horse wants me to run with the wind 
beyond the darkest valley of our fear 
to feel our hearts beat wild with ache of love, 
I escape crowded house of cruel ambition 
to find solitude in the mountain vale 
where no one but the wind can share my pain. 

When the cloud glows with arrogant disdain 
for how mountains assert absence of time, 
I free my heart from passionate desire 
to breathe deeply cleansing air of the hour 
since Nature is indifferent to my being 
though my soul pulses with its energy. 

When the billion-year-old stone by the lake 
glares at me with silent hostility, 
I decide with calm laughter of the breeze 
that I do not need anyone to love me, 
for I am love itself in human form 
wandering on the signless road I create. 

When the house with many doors arbitrates 
conflicts between me and people I trust 
by sending deer to graze grass of my yard, 
I exist stage from Theater of Fame 
to play guitar in town park of lost souls 
and sing about wingless angel of Earth. 

When the sun weaves my body from light beams, 
which nurtures neural network of my brain 
to conjure virtual model of the world, 
I meditate alone on crowded Earth 
to knit eight billion voices in one song 
that vibrates through ever-flowing wind. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wanders in forest of lost souls and sings alone on crowded Earth with joy of its energy.

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