Faceless God Of Truth

Faceless God Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 05 19

I need some sit-and-stare-at-the-wall time, 
so I sit on the couch of meditation 
and stare at the wall above the fireplace, 
but not even one minute ticks away 
before I see grand vision of the world 
which I assemble from puzzle of dreams. 

Before my grand vision evaporates 
I dip tip of the brush in bowl of paint 
and draw baseline of truth across the sky 
to frame vast emptiness of everything 
within enclosing bounds of time and space 
to formulate state of things that exist. 

Emerging from nothing of the white wall, 
grand vision of the world blooms into shape 
as field of shadows that reflect ideas 
designed as patterns which objectify 
swirls of material atoms into forms 
which my brain may categorize with words. 

Abrupt expression of ethereal breath 
in gust of wind that blows from mountain peak 
reframes constituent elements of faith 
by scattering puzzle pieces of my mind 
that flutter into butterflies of faith 
which name each human soul born from the sea. 

The old storyteller with oaken cane 
shambles across desolate field of weeds, 
searching for the cafe among clean shops 
where he used to drink coffee and write poems 
that vanished when planes with angelic wings 
bombed his world into rubble of despair. 

Sitting on tattered couch of sad nostalgia, 
the old storyteller stares at the sky 
where ghosts of ancient heroes float as clouds 
till he crumbles into the soil of silence 
while millions of people across the land 
watch history tales on television screens. 

I stare so long at the masks of dead heroes 
that hang on the wall of my empty house 
that I become the faceless god of truth 
awake in every human brain on Earth 
who clash in world wars over who plays god 
till we become fairy tales in lost books. 

Sitting in the Wingless Angel Cafe, 
between the bank and the church on Main Street, 
I draw the face of every human being 
who ever existed in dream of Earth, 
then throw Book of Souls in River of Time 
so I can stare at the blank wall of truth.