Thursday, September 19, 2024

Blaze Our Own Trail

Blaze Our Own Trail
© Surazeus
2024 09 19

Though leaves are falling from the cosmic tree 
to shroud our world in souls of long-dead gods, 
I catch one leaf at random in my hands 
and read name of the god I long to meet, 
Seshat, who taught me how to sing my thoughts 
in words that ring as stones in stream of time. 

When I pronounce secret code of her name 
her form appears before my surprised eyes, 
slender woman, wearing leopard-skin skirt 
and gold crown with tall marijuana leaf ,
who bears tablet of clay on which she scribes 
hieroglyphs which signify the world we see. 

Stretching cord from wand planted in the soil, 
Seshat measures dimensions of the mind 
to lay foundation for the temple hall 
where priests roast steak for sacred meal of faith 
while singers play lyres and recite the tales 
that define how civil people behave. 

Holding Stylus of Wisdom in my hand, 
I compose world chronicle that records 
salient events of human history 
which manifest passion of energy 
allotted by sky gods to human souls 
who perform their roles in dramas of fate. 

Some humans shine so bright with divine light 
their actions extend beacon of respect 
through grim darkness of terrible events 
to guide our journey to the Promised Land 
where we build safe haven of courteous laws 
till they transform to idols we admire. 

When noble heroes of social events 
pass away from changing swirl of this world 
their spirits undergo apotheosis 
so they transcend this mortal world of hope 
and freeze to idols of conceptual trope 
that embodies virtues they once performed. 

With reverent awe of attentive respect 
we erect their idols in temple hall 
where children gaze with scholarly intent 
to study pattern their achievements code 
constraining flash of fear with self-control 
that molds passion into deified shape. 

Each god whose idol stands in hall of fame 
reflects conscious mind of one mortal soul 
who played grand role in social game of life, 
yet we who breathe alive this hour of hope 
must blaze our own trail in dark tangled woods 
to live so we create, and not destroy. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sings reverent hymn before idol of Seshat the Record Keeper in the temple hall of human memory.

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