Act Without Acting © Surazeus 2024 09 29 Prancing with goats around the fountain pool, when over lush meadows buzzing bees swarm, Faunus waves long stalk of wheat toward the sky and calls me with wild welcome laugh of joy, so his bright smile casts beams of happiness dispelling pall of gloom that clouds my heart. After drinking wine he pours in my cup, I feel my body spread wide happy wings light as calculus of pleasure that lifts my aching heart in breathy nonchalance above dark jagged horror of despair so I cavort with effortless intent. We should perform as stewards of the Earth, starry-eyed Faunus shouts above sweet din of harps and tambourines that bounce with drums in frantic anguish to seek heights of truth as I fling skyward ragged frame of flesh till I collapse with flatteries of spray. I float in clambering mesh of rippling waves that sparkle ecstasy of spinning stars far dizzy more than time constrains world sphere as I gasp deep for air of calumny too slanderous for love I wish to earn from Faunus who still claps his hands with glee. My father died while we were hunting boar, gored through his stomach by sharp horn of rage, so I perceive reflected as his face father figure of calm authority in Faunus who still watches over me since I first wandered childly in his field. How should I live with anguish from his loss, I slur to Faunus while stumbling confused, after all these years without his stern eyes asserting wisdom I should know by heart, for I can never match his manliness with graceful honor of my broken soul. Instead of hunting boar in tangled woods, I sit by rippling lake near willow tree and cast fishing line of woven horsehair with quiet contemplation about fate that we define through every choice we make, thus I act without acting from calm faith. Herd of goats bleating as they flee in wind startles me from revery of despair to gasp when Faunus stumbles in my arms, shot by arrows of thieves who stole his pets, so I cradle my second father close and weep as his soul dissipates in wind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, September 29, 2024
Act Without Acting
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Orpheus comforts Latinus who weeps over Faunus murdered by thieves.
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