Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Sing Tale Of Your Life

Sing Tale Of Your Life
© Surazeus
2024 09 18

Whatever we see in sparkles of rain 
refracting joys and sorrows we endure 
deceives our hearts with beautiful concepts 
presenting ideals based on things we see, 
so we find in random experience 
timeless truths about nature of this life. 

The yellow-crowned heron on river shore 
pierces our hearts with her star-golden eyes, 
so we seek answers to riddles we read 
written with demon blood on autumn leaves 
that fall in elegant spirals of hope 
to shroud the graves that will swallow our souls. 

After I hear many people express 
opinions that explicate their world views 
which present irreconcilable truths, 
I walk away from crowds of argument 
to see weird truth that cannot be denied 
sparkle as sunlight on the river flow. 

High walls of paradise our fathers built 
with hands bleeding tears for those killed in war 
could be haven protecting us from harm 
by gangs of rapists, slave-traders, and thieves, 
or prison that traps us with rigid laws 
enforced by tyrant and his gang of thugs. 

While walking in wild grove of apple trees 
you stop and turn around to look at me 
so you can tell me feelings of your heart, 
but you cannot find right words adequate 
to shape your vision in programming code 
true as roots that curl down deep in the Earth. 

They think they know the truth about our hearts 
because they only see how we perform 
our chosen roles in dramas of our states 
where every person plays their special part 
in the global food-production machine 
that benefits those with weapons of death. 

After getting lost in world maze of myth 
while searching for the Holy Grail of love, 
I map the tales we humans tell ourselves 
to conjure virtual model of the Earth 
in holy scripture of religious faith 
that preaches joy in this life here and now. 

Our individual souls of conscious dream 
are ephemeral as sparkling drops of rain 
since our awareness of our mortal selves 
is chemical function of fragile brains, 
so I give you apple from Tree of Life 
and sing tale of your life after you die. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus records tales of our lives after we die in Earth Chronicle of Lost Souls that was burned in the Library of Alexandria.

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