River Shore Of Why © Surazeus 2024 10 05 Events of the present erase the past as rain today washes mountains away while clashing continents spew lava flows which erect new seamountains to the sky so I stand tall on river shore of why and feel water flow shape soul of my heart. With shovel of despair I dig deep hole of sorrow in hard naked ground of being so when fierce torrents of indifferent storms thrash our frail world with fearful challenges my tears of anguish glisten as bright pool from which I drink refreshing juice of faith. Each drop of water I drink in my life has nourished souls of plants and animals four billion years of our transforming shapes as they mutate through each organic form which generates new bodies from the rain splashing on my face as I gaze at stars. This drop of water that gleams on my cheek has migrated through countless living forms for billions of years as Earth spins in space so all their dreams of timeless energy glisten now in pure sparkle of my brain when spirit of our planet wakes in me. Bold urgency of my relationship with our planet that teems with conscious life motivates my quest to understand how molecules operate engine of my soul which emanates from neurons of my brain as divine glow from the cosmic God-Eye. Though Nature seems indifferent to my being, sometimes personified as Jupiter when thunder clouds hurl hurricanes at us, and sometimes personified as Apollo when sunlight beams fruit on Giving Trees, I love strange beauty of Her faceless soul. While sitting in Cave of Dreams by the sea, listening to steady beat of rain on soil, I perceive some immortal soul of genes designed by memories my ancestors lived swell vast and vibrant deep within my heart so I become the Sun and Earth as God. Thus God-Soul of the entire universe wakes from dream in every conscious brain, and glows with intense passion of desire to savor wild sweetness of being alive, so I sing in harmony with the rain epic tale that still rings after I die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus joins world coven of ecopoets worshipping the Water Goddess as they dance and sing hymns in the woods by the Lake of Dreams.
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