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Sunday, March 2, 2025

Worth Pondered Words

Worth Pondered Words
© Surazeus
2025 03 02

The stars inside cells of our bodies buzz 
with supernatural energy of light, 
so I follow song of the mountain stream, 
groping my way into shadowy glare, 
because I believe I will understand 
the story the water wants to tell me. 

Over the Bridge of Hunger without wheels 
I drive past houses, churches, schools, and stores 
where thousands of nameless people may dwell, 
though I never see more than shadows of faith 
glow behind torn curtains of privacy 
to make masks they wear in pageant of life. 

Since the stars are indifferent to my life, 
I strut around like I own this whole globe, 
but so does every other man and beast 
who growl at me if I invade their space, 
so I am grateful for the twinkling stars 
that still shine though the stars themselves are gone. 

Sublime beauty of the blank starless sky 
would make my heart ache with sorrow of loss 
despite substantial lack of unity 
inadequate to bind our hearts as one, 
so I reach out my invisible hand 
to touch tangible remoteness of time. 

Potential meaning of existing things 
reveals that my perception of their forms 
relies on language first mother designed 
to help precisely define what exists, 
how all things move from assertion of will, 
and what qualities are worth pondered words. 

Though the dreamer who loves horses attempts 
to prove that the importance of elsewhere 
relies on loneliness our bodies feel 
based on strangeness of our essential being, 
I perform customs of society 
to underwrite existence of the mind. 

Since I never beweep my outcast state, 
nor trouble Heaven that does not exist 
with cries of victimhood from lack of gain, 
I disdain disgrace fortune casts at me, 
and treasure art I create with my heart 
because I am king only of my mind. 

Time causes all things to disintegrate, 
and hope creates things from atoms of light, 
so I savor beauty of teeming Earth 
blooming richly with plants and animals 
which all share genes our first mother creates 
to mold bodies for temporary souls. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wanders across the crowded bridge over the river of ancient memory to find the spirit of art he lost years ago.

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