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Monday, May 19, 2025

Weird Haze Of Yesterday

Weird Haze Of Yesterday
© Surazeus
2025 05 19

Far from archaic shores of my childhood 
I sail to see God in fog of the future, 
but find only more lands where people dwell 
in cities staged to replay founding tale 
of their ancestor who arrives one day 
to pluck fruit from the giving tree of hope. 

The normal world of truth where I grew up 
has vanished now in dim fog of the past 
where I left corpse of God inside the church 
from which spring nations of humanity 
who worship idols of ancestral guides 
which guard the garden of our secret code. 

After climbing mountains of jagged peaks 
to view paintings that depict long-dead gods, 
I stand before gate to Towers of Silence 
with hope to see the Flame of Zoroaster 
that must still glow with spirit of God Mind 
which flares forth from first flash of the big bang. 

The only place I have ever seen God 
is in the shining mirror on the wall 
that shows how the fairest spirit of all 
animates child of Narcissus and Echo 
whose face emanates energy of faith 
with charismatic glow of divine truth. 

When Oceanus, riding foam-maned horse, 
falls in love with graceful star-eyed Aditi, 
she transforms his spirit of honest faith 
into brave Mithras wearing scarlet cape 
who defeats the cruel tyrant Minotaur 
in brutal battle to wear Crown of Christ. 

Archaic world of my childhood in Texas, 
where I ride my bike to the college campus 
and read about alphabets of the world, 
vanishes in weird haze of yesterday 
when I hitchhike Seattle to Miami 
and play guitar by fountain of the ghost. 

While I meditate by the gushing river 
in pine-crested foothills of Mount Takoma, 
I see three goddesses of wisdom glow, 
Athena, Saraswati, and Kwan Yin, 
who bless me with the Voice of Prophecy 
so I can navigate safe way through Hell. 

Wearing mask of persona I design, 
to shield mortal frailty of my heart, 
I sing Chronicle of Humanity 
disguised in fairy tales of Gothic angst 
that record my quest for the Holy Grail 
which shimmers in the heart of my soul mate. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus kneels before Athena, Saraswati, and Kwan Yin, and prays for guidance to understand the complex currents of human history.

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