River Stone Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 06 11 For millions of years I am the white stone reflecting inner beauty of the sun, but now I am the river that flows swift and dances in the startling light of rain with scent of trees and flowers in the soil from which I rise on throbbing wings of breath. I am the ghost of every conscious being through which the water in my body passed across the spirit-weaving spin of time four hundred million years of eager hope which animates this fragile frame of flesh as temporary node for dreaming genes. The young girl with long flowing hair of light crouches in shallow river pool of faith, collecting eggs of language from soft muck so she can sing strange beauty of the sun that blooms as apples from long hands of trees who transform rain to fruit of innocence. Fierce dragon writhing in deep pool of hope emerges from dark shadow of despair and soars toward heaven on wings of desire, but when she sees him with her mirror eyes he tumbles back to Earth in human form who follows her as she grows tall and wise. When humble archivist who scribes book tales escorts her through the woods to be his bride, the wealthy lord who stole his tribal land pierces his heart with sword of arrogance so dragon spirit wakes up in his mind and urges him to oppose tyranny. Shaking silver bells of delightful play, she dances in the ring of vibrant stones to lure demonic spirit of cruel greed, then chants conceptual hymn of honesty expelling ghoul of hatred from his mind to free him from possession of despair. Awake in body of my mortal flesh, immortal soul of genes that forms my brain remembers every life since dawn of time, so I climb tree of knowledge to pluck fruit and give it to my pregnant bride with love who generates life from my holy spirit. Together at round table in our home we teach our children how to speak their minds describing dreams that motivate their roles which they perform in social game of love, for words transform the way we life our lives till we become the river stone of faith.
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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Wednesday, June 11, 2025
River Stone Of Faith
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Orpheus finds the river stone of faith gleaming with crystal purity of starlight, so he gives it to Ophelia as her light in darkness of the world.
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