Nowhere Of Paradise © Surazeus 2024 10 14 When I stroll down the driveway of my home to get the mail just after I eat lunch, soft glow of sunlight in wind-shifting trees wakes ancient memories nascent in my brain so I remember walking roadless plains one hundred thousand years of eager hope. Time seems to slow down as I venture forth from town where I have lived since time began to travel fifty miles each thousand years till I have journeyed halfway round the globe over mountains and seas to where I am now here in the nowhere of paradise. I travel forward toward the setting sun forever searching for the Promised Land that shines over dim horizon of hope while singing with the turning wheels of fate on which my wagon rolls to blaze new road where thousands follow me with desperate faith. On wings of imagination I fly back along old roads my ancestors mapped to find the lake where they first woke from dream and traveled forth to colonize the globe, sent forth by Ishtar on high pyramid to spawn curious children on river shores. Name of First Mother on shore of the lake, who taught us how to cook food over fires and how to sing clear visions of our minds, almost appears from misty depths of time when she smiles at me with star-beaming eyes and gives me fruit she snatched from Tree of Life. This timeless stretch of vivid memory, that spans more years than human history recorded by story-tellers in fanes, expands my sense of serious destiny so courage to fight for justice and truth inspires me with hope for democracy. From every group wise honest leaders rise to guide their people on the road of life, and those whose rule helps every person grow found prosperous states that thrive in happiness, but those whose rule exploits the common folk are killed in revolutions from despair. Collecting mail with secrets of success, delivered by angels with hidden wings, I stroll back in home my dreams have composed to sit before computer at work desk with timeless energy of human hope and help program the world computer brain.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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