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.
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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Monday, May 19, 2025
Weird Haze Of Yesterday
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Orpheus kneels before Athena, Saraswati, and Kwan Yin, and prays for guidance to understand the complex currents of human history.
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