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.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, September 19, 2024
Blaze Our Own Trail
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Orpheus sings reverent hymn before idol of Seshat the Record Keeper in the temple hall of human memory.
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