Spells Of Psychic Dreams

Spells Of Psychic Dreams
© Surazeus
2025 04 11

Wind is the language of hope and despair 
which is why I do not understand a word, 
so I stand in the wind outside my house 
and watch strangers drive their cars somewhere else 
while I become the tree no one can see 
when I sing the stories no one can hear. 

Earth is the language of take and receive 
which is why I give everything away 
till I become the richest soul on Earth 
because I have nothing since the world is mine, 
and I possess everything that exists 
since I am empty of anything real. 

Light is the language of see and believe 
which is why I name everything I see 
to label ideal pattern of its form 
in category of things I perceive 
because I measure matter with my hands 
to box everything in realm of ideas. 

Water is the language of truth and dare 
which is why I drink spirit of the sky 
to expand my conscious sense of being 
till I become divine with common sense 
framed by the knowledge of evil and good 
on which I base theology of fate. 

I fool myself with rhetorical tricks 
that Socrates taught in his dialogues 
to analyze true nature of the world 
through clarity of logic-ordered words 
which defines ontology of the real 
to create representations of truth. 

The real world composed of bright molecules 
that swirl in clumps of chemical concepts 
seethes in vast universe of constant change 
while I arrange words in lithe sentences 
that describe detailed vision of the world 
which I generalize with sequence of facts. 

The special manifestation of tree 
that grows on lush lawn in front of my house 
reflects pattern of its eternal form 
from the Idea of Tree that persists 
in Heaven based on the Realm of Ideas 
which can be found in all organic brains. 

Our planet teeming with organic life 
wakes from atomic trance of flashing light 
as conscious sense of self I know I Am, 
so I will name this temporary being 
with label that defines my divine soul 
which I encode in spells of psychic dreams.