Organic Concept of Souls © Surazeus 2025 06 13 Since rain always falls in the sea of sorrow at death of the Imugi with blue eyes when the fire demon steals its moonlight pearl, I turn my face up to the weeping sky to cleanse my heart of anguish for its loss till its wild spirit possesses my mind. So I ride wheel of fortune from the sky when the cold moon spins in the river flow that weaves weird psychic energy of love from whirling spiral of my flashing brain to braid my spirit with electric wings in tangled network of my tingling nerves. Imbued with supernatural power of flight, I breathe ethereal energy of faith to crisscross landscape of mountains and lakes intertwined with organic concept of souls till I transform four hundred million years, evolving fish to mouse to man to god. Trapped in this heavy body of wet meat, reinforced by calcium bones of desire, I race against taut limits of my flesh to transcend boundaries of time and space till I leap through flashing portal of hope, bolstered by vision of assertive ruth. When I reach pinnacle of true belief, which I design with mental-measured facts, I gallivant around the spinning globe with gleeful steps across the flashing clouds so mirror air refracts my mortal soul as bright angelic wings of rainbow light. As psychic agent of pure nothingness composing organic concept of souls, I fly with hidden vision of all time to trace the spirit growth of mortal minds as we expand our world view with new truths to account for nature of human need. So when I fall to Earth as rain of sorrow, after cultivating my moonlight pearl four hundred million years of evolution, I build small cottage of stone in the woods to shelter wife and children from cruel monsters as we eat bread and fish in evening glow. With immortal Imugi as soul battery that powers assertion of Liberty I enforce Justice in this world of sorrow to protect people from demons of hate so everyone shares fruit from Tree of Life that blooms in garden of Elysium.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury to lure the Imugi from bottomless lake of dreams which powers revolution that ensures justice and liberty for all.
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