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Tuesday, April 1, 2025

You Are The Ocean

You Are The Ocean
© Surazeus
2025 04 01

"You are the ocean in this drop of water," 
Rumi exclaims with radiant voice of joy, 
then twirls around on broad shore of the ocean 
with arms spread out in anguish of desire 
to extend the sacred wings of Icarus 
so he can fly above this world of sorrow. 

Dark waves of solemn search for information 
scatter detritus of dreams on pale sand 
that gleam in silent horror of the dawn 
while I assemble fragments of lost visions 
to puzzle new world view of global truth 
which accounts for every person alive. 

One hundred million poems on cherry leaves 
swirl around my head on the ocean beach, 
so I catch one with cobra-quick attention 
to feel dream of one human on this Earth 
glow brightly in my eyes with starry faith 
that we are raindrop tears of one star wraith. 

So many nameless people on this globe 
pulse passionately with anguish of hope 
to live free from oppression of blind greed, 
trapped in selfish dramas of other people 
as each soul gropes blindly in maze of fear 
to find safe haven in words of our voices. 

I hear soft whisper of their secret voices 
emanate from thousands of road-bound cities 
that teem with vibrant energy of hope 
at dining room tables, riding arenas, 
library cubicles, and coffee shops, 
heart-enchanting choir of angelic souls. 

World spider of our hearts weaves tapestry 
of stories from experiences we hide 
to build vast edifice of psychic tropes 
for literary scaffold which supports 
courageous ascension to stage of life 
where we join choir of strange humanity. 

Though I almost hesitate to express 
narrative demand of theology 
to edit tales of suffering we endure, 
I boldly adjudicate suppressed cases 
describing crimes of facetious contempt 
people commit against people each day. 

Drowning in vast virtual reality 
of wordless ocean waves formed from our tears, 
we photograph each other with weird poems 
to prove we are the ocean in the drop 
of water that reflects our emptiness 
in which we fall forever without words. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus translates millions of poems from every language on Earth into voice of the ocean so everyone can perceive the same vision.

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