Mystic Riddles Of Love © Surazeus 2025 04 20 White blankness of infinity expands ovular structure of our universe so if we go far enough around time we will return to first hour of our birth, though rain-fed rivers always flow downward from the mountain cave to the ocean wave. The old rotten fence falls over in rain between the backyard of neatly-mowed grass and the forest of trees tangled with vines, so Adam pulls wagon of wood and tools to rebuild wall of paradise with pride, enclosing garden of fruit trees with hope. Constraining passion of animal lust with solemn liturgy of wordless hope, I organize perceptions of my brain with strict linguistic pulchritudes of faith which formulate mystic riddles of love through clear perception of my starlit eyes. Eager to glimpse the brightest star of loss that shimmers on calm seawaves of my heart, I cross the sandy bar on moonless night to find the angel, fallen from the sky, trapped by tendrils of elegant seagrass, who floats while singing in sad revery. Stumbling lost along river of blind skulls, far from the weeping valley of my birth, I find one lone apple tree on small hill blooming bright with pink petals of respect, so I breathe sweet ethereal soul of time to catch the lightning bolt of obvious truth. Bearing fallen angel in aching arms, Adam lays the woman with sea-blue eyes in shady hut beside the sparkling lake, and pours sweet apple juice between her lips till she wakes from dream and blinks in surprise, then cries because she lost her swan-lithe wings. Strolling together among apple trees that shimmer pink in evening sunset glow, Adam and Eve smile shyly with desire as their hands brush, which wakens hearts in love, so they embrace and make love by the lake with melodious chirping of the wood thrush. Teaching Seth how to prune limbs of fruit trees to maintain verdant health with free airflow so more fruit may sprout from network of limbs, Adam prepares his youngest son for time when he will bear wand of authority to manage Garden of Eden with faith.
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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Sunday, April 20, 2025
Mystic Riddles Of Love
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Orpheus teaches Cain how to strum the lyre of Mercury and improvise narrative poetry about paradise lost and regained.
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