Glorious Sun Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 05 27 The flock of wild swans descends to the lake with flurry of wings woven from starlight that scatters shadows of fear in the reeds where seven girls gather mussels and eggs, for they are graceful daughters of Moon Mother who boil stew in cauldron of the blind crone. The woman in the lounge chair on the beach, wind-tangled hair bound by floppy straw hat, gazes through gold eyes of eternity to contemplate each node of human life that strings our bodies across the landscape where we build fragile castles in the sand. Beneath umbrella of the careful sky, she listens to her seven daughters sing while they fill buckets with clams and sand crabs for holy mother on the ziggurat to roast for supper as the evening falls ten thousand years along coast of the world. Faces glowing gold from the crackling flames just as the bright blazing sun vanishes beyond the far horizon of desire, the seven sisters of the rising moon sing heart-enchanting tunes of aching hope while crowds of people listen reverently. Sharp eerie melody of their sweet choir suspends the frantic sense of passing time so stars gleam bright forever overhead as people gathered round the ziggurat feel their bodies swell with divine respect and all their hearts beat in love harmony. How strange the glow of orange fire in the sky just on the edge of sharp infinity as subtle rays pierce hearts of voiceless souls with ache of melancholy tinged with love that radiates from our bodies as we hum in tune with hymn the seven sisters sing. On pure white swan wings of my ancient heart I glide along the winding coast of time ten thousand years from Egypt to Sumeria to India to China to Alaska to Mexico where millions of small ziggurats glow bright with fires as families gather for the feast. I see on ziggurat of motherhood First Mother Amen stands with arms outstretched, head haloed by the glorious sun of faith, as she recites Creation of the Earth, then fills each cup with sparkling wine of truth, so we sing and dance till the end of time.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Glorious Sun Of Faith
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury to praise First Mother Amen who sits on ziggurat of motherhood to rule her empire from Egypt to Mexico.
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