Fruit Of The Heart

Fruit Of The Heart
© Surazeus
2024 11 10

Each day the sun finds me alive on Earth, 
still breathing in strange spirit of the sky, 
I keep on walking down the signless road 
as if I am looking for something real, 
because I want to taste fruit of the heart 
to know everyone who has ever lived. 

I see them all around me every day, 
faces of strangers whom I almost know 
as if we met somewhere far in the past 
in tragic romance we both long forgot, 
so I cup my hands with fruit of the heart 
to catch the rain of their lost memories. 

Always moving to some far distant town 
just down the road where the others remain, 
I search for treasure of truth in their eyes 
but they are fighting over who is right 
now rotten with pain in fruit of the heart 
so I keep walking to find home I lost. 

Yet who can see the world of hills with trees 
through the ever-swirling hole in my chest 
as I keep walking in this moment now 
so my mind expands beyond bounds of truth 
to bloom from sorrow in fruit of the heart 
sweeter than anguish of deserted love. 

Someone always claims they know what is real 
so my boss tells me to go home and rest 
but I walk alone in field of machines 
to find the house where my family lives 
since they wait concealed in fruit of the heart 
till hour of revelation comes at last. 

Ripe presence of the world invades my mind 
with overwhelming sensations of awe 
for passion to produce with grid of words 
recurrent isometric symmetry 
which forms vast matrix in fruit of the heart 
containing multitudes of souls in me. 

Through rip in fabric of continuum 
when I pluck fruit of light from tree of truth 
my wife writes my name in her book of faith 
to describe mechanism of our love 
from beauty that blooms in fruit of the heart 
though I crawl stuck under the monstrous car. 

My endless journey on the signless road 
weaves every town on Earth in one whole state 
that glows as virtual world inside my brain 
where people incarnate their long-dead gods 
who buy and sell sacred fruit of the heart 
we eat together in house of the world.