Saturday, June 7, 2025

Our Inner God Soul

Our Inner God Soul
© Surazeus
2025 06 07

Dim light of evening after thunderstorm 
glows on white page of the blank journal book 
that mirrors visions of my dreaming brain
as I trace contours of my mind landscape 
to map the virtual world my dreams design 
based on memories my ancestors lived. 

I hear their voices whisper in the wind 
that wanders in broad river vales of hope 
to find conceptual Wonderland of Faith 
that exists only in old story books 
where ghosts of my ancestors replay roles 
of their failure and success in this world. 

Each individual conscious human soul, 
whose genes weave neural network of my brain, 
struggled against obstacles of despair, 
overcoming confusion long enough 
to meet their soul mate on rough road of life 
and generate new life before they die. 

I describe in plain terms our quest to live 
each day we wake in light of energy 
that powers our hearts with passion to live 
evading death with laughter in our songs 
fueled by pleasure of selfless love we share 
in tales that teach our children how to thrive. 

We code success in joy of comedy 
and failure in horror of tragedy 
to formulate flow of cause and effect 
defining consequence of acts performed 
which form foundation of morality 
preserved in religious myths of our gods. 

Our gods we worship with reverent awe 
embody actions that create the good, 
presenting ideal personality 
that we should emulate in how we live 
to transcend animal nature we portray 
as we cultivate our inner god soul. 

Though gold sunlight fades behind rain-wet trees 
I see eternal beauty of this Earth 
gleam through essence of organic beings 
who all evolve from one First Mother Soul 
whose timeless song of love glows in each cell 
that preserves immortal soul of our genes. 

Immortal energy of atoms glows 
in raindrops hanging from leaves of lush trees, 
so I open my mouth with thirst for truth 
to taste divine soul of our universe, 
then sing ache of my temporary mind 
in these spells you sing long after I die. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sits at the window of his powerless house and ponders the meaning life after a tree, blown over in a thunderstorm, knocks down a powerline.

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