Beforetime Of The Soul

Beforetime Of The Soul
© Surazeus
2025 06 01

We build our world through generosity 
to express compassion for every life 
with machinery of honesty and doubt 
through performance of our material minds 
which animate bodies of flesh and blood 
for we are lilies blooming from the mud. 

Motivated by ineloquent grief, 
we strive for fluency of psychic spells 
to escape tight tunnel of unforgiveness 
so we can bloom into our divine selves 
by leaping from beforetime of the soul 
to eat citrus fruit of divinity. 

Tricked to believe God is River of Time 
by how atoms swirl loose in constant change, 
I create new planet from orange of hope 
where every person breathing in one world 
has equal opportunity to live 
so they fulfill potential of their being. 

Wedged too tight between the hill and the cloud, 
I writhe with agony of fierce belief 
that I am born with inalienable right 
to live as I will through dream liberty 
as long as I cause no destructive harm 
when I play chess with Death till end of time. 

Pinned to whirling disk of Eternal Now 
by frantic fact of material form, 
I tend lush garden of trees bearing fruit 
and sing sweet wordless melody of faith 
because we share resources of this world 
though tyrants fight over who defines truth. 

To reassemble fractured dream of faith, 
which still programs how we perform our roles 
as citizens of this world-straddling state, 
I climb frail telephone pole of desire 
somewhere in the waste land of yesterday 
to connect broken wire of the world brain. 

When I was alone in dream of this world 
I kept walking forward on signless road 
to find the paradise of anywhere 
till I found the stranger I love forever 
who lived on the other side of the world, 
so now we stay together in our Heaven. 

While we sit in the outdoor theater 
watching romance of Romeo and Juliet, 
rain cracks electric mirror of the sky 
so we run away from that tragic fate 
and live our own romance in paradise 
that we create from shattered memories.