Bleeding Hands Of Faith

Bleeding Hands Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 05 01

Wandering so long in the Other World 
shaped from memories of the distant past 
my ancestors programmed into my brain, 
I gaze amazed at this world of machines 
that transformed feudal kingdoms of farms 
into computer-powered superstates. 

While waiting around for the cosmic herald 
to explain why territory-based states, 
exerting pressure of commercial gain, 
nurture power of wealthy oligarchs, 
I map vast ecosystem of the mind 
to record ever-changing state of being. 

The overall progress of social rites, 
which define nature of societies, 
is formed from countless threads of energy 
embodied by each individual person 
who performs daily routines of production 
to fund safe haven of their family home. 

We are animals in sheltering cages 
that we construct with intentional prayer 
to protect our bodies from exploitation 
by keeping our prison key in our pocket 
so we can hide in walls of paradise 
our parents built with bleeding hands of faith. 

With honest expertise of cherry blossoms 
that fool our eyes with vision of soft snow, 
we analyze psychic process of faith 
refracting light of objects we perceive 
so we impose state ideology 
to mask demonic nature of desire. 

So millions of people with star-lit eyes 
open their hearts to energy of dreams 
with mental focus of shamanic source 
to channel Voice of God through poetry 
that we all sing in global choir of seers 
which beams our national soul in one brain. 

Bright eye of Heaven always shines so hot 
we feel immortal conscious Mind of God 
radiate from temporary brains that dream 
millions of ancestral lives in one play 
that we perform in our brief hour of light, 
gazing through eternity at the lake. 

Rich green of shore plants gleam in trickling stream 
that leads me far from city maze of streets 
to timeless stillness of the forest glade 
where I find basic concept of my soul 
as uncarved statue of stone by the lake 
that leads me home safe from the Other World.