Godin Reborn In My Body

Godin Reborn In My Body
© Surazeus
2024 11 16

I see ancient truth of my tribal face 
gaze at me from fractured mirror of time 
as each ancestor walks the road of hope 
eight thousand miles east Egypt to Guilin 
and nine thousand miles west Guilin to Scotland, 
eighty thousand years transforming to Godin. 

With thunderous excess of ecstatic hope 
I stagger through sweet anguish of each day 
in gold hills of the California coast 
that shimmer under periwinkle skies 
far from the land that shaped dreams of my soul 
as I keep looking for my perfect mate. 

I dive into deep pool behind the church 
where skeletons of angels swim and play 
with laughter captured on the silver screen 
that flickers bright against dark evening sky 
where people feasting at tables of food 
pray to the many-faced god in the clouds. 

Assembled in neat park among tall trees, 
under purple evening Oregon skies, 
nice people in suits and dresses hold hands 
and sing with heavenly voices of angels, 
"Shall we gather with the saints at the river 
that flows by the throne of our father God." 

Running along shore of the sparkling river 
where bright angel feet have trod among flowers, 
children dance around the bard with long hair, 
looking like portrait of Jesus in churches, 
who strums guitar and sings, "We are the children 
of Earth for we are woven from starlight." 

The girl with long blond hair and sea-blue eyes, 
and wearing long yellow dress with red flowers, 
dances barefoot under the apple tree, 
slowly swaying with gently trippy grace 
to imitate true spirit of the Earth 
that molds our bodies with hands of the sun. 

The bard in long white gown who looks like Christ 
chants, We are children of our Mother Earth 
who forms our bodies from mud of the sea, 
and lights our minds with atoms of the sun, 
so we embody deathless soul of light 
as we dwell free in hills of California." 

Awake as Godin reborn in my body, 
I walk the golden hills of California 
with ghosts of my ancestors in my heart 
to sing salvation of generous love 
as people reject worldly possessions 
and dwell in commune where I reign as king.