Beauty Of Her Hidden Pain © Surazeus 2025 01 25 Holding the cracked stone of her wounded heart, Zixuan asks the tall willow by the lake why people ache with sorrow of the moon that seems to crumble into crystal snow swirling around her fragile flame of soul to erase all the ugliness of life. When the willow transforms into slim boy Zixuan offers cracked stone of her heart, so he accepts dark emptiness of pain and, kneeling by the silver lake of eyes, dips corrupted oval stone of despair to cleanse throbbing matrix of its frail frame. Dissolving into millions of small fish, the cracked stone of her heart releases flash of anguished passion on butterfly wings that flutter around her in restless swirls, so Zixuan reaches out both hands with awe, amazed at beauty of her hidden pain. Waking up at dawn to the alarm ring, Zixuan dresses and hurries out the door to catch the bus trundling down city streets, where she ponders meaning of the strange dream, then runs from elevator to her desk where she sits down just in time to begin. While typing numbers in spreadsheet of costs to calculate rate of profit and loss, Zixuan feels weird glow of transcendent faith radiate from center of the universe so she floats on fairy wings of desire to fly through maze of ever-winding time. "So how can I touch your time on my way to destiny hidden in cave of love where every soul who ever lived on Earth floats faceless in diamond eyes of my heart?" Zixuan softly sings as she enters values, and peers around to make sure no one hears. Sudden hear-wrenching screams of abject terror shock her and everyone around from work, so, when Zixuan sees the man fired last week stabbing people as he runs down the aisle, she grabs large accounting book with both hands and whacks his face so hard he falls back stunned. Shaking with surprise as she drops the book, Zixuan cries while police swarm into the office, then sits and catches her breath to gain calm when young police woman records her statement. Walking down to the ancient lake of eyes, she finds turtle of her heart healed with love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Saturday, January 25, 2025
Beauty Of Her Hidden Pain
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Orpheus opens his hands to release the Phoenix that glides singing ethereal song around Zixuan where she floats over the lake of eyes in flowing hanfu gown.
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