Monday, December 16, 2024

Never Flow In Reverse

Never Flow In Reverse
© Surazeus
2024 12 16

If perfection is the sense of being whole, 
my life is perfect in this flowing hour 
because I know just how to play my role 
with swirling symmetry of subtle power 
which I encode in sentences of verse 
because time will never flow in reverse. 

Through many centuries of death I spring 
awake with conscious vision in my heart 
above this cluttered world on angel wing 
as global guardian of the star-fate chart 
which helps me navigate vast maze of myths 
where masks of gods are carved on monoliths. 

The star-eyed seraph with ten thousand arms, 
who hovers over garden of my faith, 
smiles at me with weird code of magic charms 
alerting me to presence of the wraith 
who wants to know if I am happy now 
while I play flute and lounge on the milk cow. 

I want to explore Immaculate Here 
which glows beyond last hill of singing trees 
so I can learn how to overcome fear 
while dancing with my wand in river breeze, 
then stand guard on the flat-top pyramid, 
performing job that goes unheralded. 

Contrary to argument of wise fools, 
Earth is not divided in rival parts 
of Mind and Matter, engineered by tools 
which we apply to analyze brain arts 
since nonexistent deities employ 
fear of destruction to activate joy. 

This silver-lighted wood of singing trees 
invites me to transcend my mortal frame, 
so I stand tall and issue weird decrees 
that brave explorers should invent the name 
as code which channels chaos of desire 
from howling cave clan to cathedral choir. 

Prime Mover who first animates each thing 
is dancing on the crest in wind-blown grass 
to manifest beauty of Earth in ring 
that binds similar objects in one class 
so we can talk about the truths we see 
in desperate bid to prove our souls are free. 

With weight of this dark earth upon my breast, 
I measure flow of time with ticking clock 
by chasing the sun across the sky, west 
ten thousand years, guided by the star rock, 
till I forget my original goal 
where perfection is the sense of being whole. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus explains to class of students that time travel is impossible because we can never reverse the flow of every atom in the universe.

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