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Saturday, April 19, 2025

Numbered Mirror Face

Numbered Mirror Face
© Surazeus
2025 04 19

Startled by fragile beauty of the soul, 
I gaze into the numbered mirror face 
that measures constant change of flashing time 
with swift atomic wheels which spiral tight 
to weave all moments of my memories 
in one smooth flow of wisdom in my brain. 

Relentless turning by the clock of fate 
erases every bound material form 
from shimmering landscape of our spinning globe 
for we are transient shadows of One Mind 
that dreams the universe of light to being 
so we may sing sweet hymn of aching love. 

Vague monsters on map of our memories 
haunt misty valleys of our secret tales 
which we explore in casual enterprise 
with jeweled tokens dug from fearful caves 
inspired by urgent knowledge of the wind 
from lightning storms that wake us from the dead. 

Awake on pinnacle of framed ideals 
at shocking climax of contained desire, 
I balance with opposing force of truth 
competing concepts of the world we see 
that blends in swirls of colorful aspects 
till words we speak refract its brilliant facts. 

Exiled by sorrow from my captive home, 
I strum strings of the harp with arrogance 
between excessive regions long pursued 
with each alarming strike the pendulum 
radiates in waves of silent attitude 
that knocks our boat against the muddy shore. 

Since I accept quotidian state of being 
with heart of faith untethered from despair, 
I choose to act on instinct of my mind 
through will to power surging in my frame, 
so I control wild flight of breathless thought 
to glide with grace above maze of my dreams. 

Evading gloom from strips of ardent light 
with staggered prance of parallel dream-time, 
I weave fragmented rhythms from chaos 
with measured order words perpetuate 
based on each time I circle unmapped worlds 
to build quaint microcosm of the Earth. 

Blind owl of my irregular concern, 
that leaps on thunderous steps of holy angst, 
motivates me with fierce intensive love 
to float at stillpoint of the universe 
with killer wings of my wandering heart 
so I become unmoving shade of death. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus rows his boat merrily on the life-reflecting stream of dream to find the numbered mirror face of the clock in the Tree of Life.

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