Journey To The Future © Surazeus 2024 08 18 Sad snake of my heart that crawls in the sky, electric with bright television eyes, discovers how swift atoms curve to glow blue on waves of water, which calculates progress of my soul fate that I design with each conceptual choice of hope I make. Sweet sadness in eyes of snake in my heart makes me smile with empathy for faith people cherish as they journey strange road of life their choices blaze in the waste land since bitter tears alone can spark awake seeds of fruit that I steal from Tree of Life. That Tree of Life is always standing tall on Hill of Wisdom by the Lake of Souls in every life that my ancestors live four hundred million years of hungry hope, so I know I can trust the love it gives from indifferent bounty of fertile Earth. Sad snake of desire that curls in my heart is always crawling in the Tree of Life, tempting me to taste knowledge of desire so I can know beauty and ugliness of my frail body, chemical machine that aches with pleasure of material lust. Each morning I awake from world of dreams, where my spirit aspires to transcend forms, I breathe deep air of honest hope to rise and stretch my muscles taut on fragile bones, then lurch forward to baptize my grim heart, and pluck Fruit of Faith from the Tree of Life. When strangers passing by on road of hope ask for fruit to feed hungry heart of truth, I give them sweet fruit with generous hand, but when they attack to kill me with hate to control the Tree of Life, I fight back and declare myself Guard God of the Garden. Erecting walls of stone with four guard towers to protect the Tree of Life for the righteous, I create safe haven in paradise where children of my seed play secret schemes in chess game over who controls the right to eat and breed as angels in the garden. Sad snake of incarnation in my heart, as memories of hope my ancestors lived, writhes in hearts of children I generate who bury me beneath the Tree of Life so molecules of my soul will transform to dreams that guide their journey to the future.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, August 18, 2024
Journey To The Future
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Orpheus maps our emotional journey to the future in the dreams of our children who transcend our hunger.
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