Vastness Of All-Time © Surazeus 2024 11 16 Mysterious spirit of the butterfly that descends from glow of the wordless sun fills me with visions of ten billion Earths teeming with countless variations of me, each one thinking about the rest of us, our brains connected in vast web of light. We give each other names of loneliness that sound like water rippling over stones to conjure spirits of immortal genes who wake as characters in unread books, each me-clone talking to its mirror self, our hearts beating with song of ocean waves. Exquisite wokeness beaming from my eyes illuminates each object my mind names with pure compassion for all living beings who wonder who they are as they gaze up at face of World Mother on the bright moon, eyes shining with story we hope to live. We call each other in the swirling fog while lost in nightmare of what we fear most till, trapped in teardrop of the hungry god, we float through sleepness of eternity, each conscious being across the universe alone on worlds in vastness of all-time. I float in surging ocean waves of bliss, aware of aching hope inside my heart that urges me to rise with gasping breath to stand on two legs in soft gust of wind, then I cry out with anguish of desire to face of light that shimmers in the sky. Alone on Earth in vastness of all-time, I study endless beach of silver sand, then climb tree roots up high steep cliff to stand on upper world of apple trees where serpents hiss when I reach out my hand and snatch sweet fruit to eat soul of the sky. Since I climbed from womb of the mother sea one million years ago before today I have walked ten times around spinning Earth through fifty thousand lives of mortal bodies, each child reincarnation of my god-soul till I remember every life today. The mask of each ancestor in my genes reveals contours of their experiences in my own special face I wear today, amazed I am but one brief flash of life awake with conscious glow of the sun-soul in my small brain that soon will flicker out.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus meets his billion doppelgangers from every world in vastness of all-time for a picnic on Planet Zarathia.
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