Harmony With The Wind © Surazeus 2024 10 13 Each morning when the sun gleams through the trees sweet chirps of birds inspire my heart with hope that I will experience beauty of life while strolling along the lush river shore to gather treasures of bountiful Earth that gleam so mysteriously in my hands. Yet in my carefree journey through the world I stay alert to dangers lurking near in form of monsters or humans who dare attempt to control my soul for their gain with clever ploys urged by their selfish greed to acquire what their hands cannot create. Through woods once tangled with thick underbrush aggressive passion of my forward path has blazed clear trails of purposeful intent, expressing passion of my hungry heart in longing to walk by your side at last deep in this paradise our love has lost. Through exploration of my curious feet my heart has memorized shape of these hills till I comprehend songs of flowing streams for I am spirit of this timeless land awake in temporary soul I am when I sing in harmony with the wind. Though I find countless treasures of this world, delicious fruit that hang from shady trees, flighty birds that twitter enchanting songs, herds of horses that gallop with the wind, the most important treasure I desire is love you freely offer from your heart. Though I wake each dawn with visions of hope to perform graceful role of my weird fate, I find myself lost in vast maze of fear, entangled in plays other people write, till I have lost my true self in their mess, and I fall bruised to my knees in despair. Yet in the darkest hour of my despair, just as I fear I have forgotten you, bright light of your soul shines in lonely trees so I rise and follow moon of your heart that lights clear way I blazed with honest faith safe back to my secret home in the woods. While people with ambition fight for power to control narrative of what is true, I stay clear of their confusing contests, free to explore wild forests of this world, eating fruit that grow from generous trees as I sing in harmony with the wind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus listens to Eurydice sing as she wanders blissfully in the forested hills of Arcadia.
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