Hidden Cave Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 07 20 Emerging from ceaseless stream of my thoughts, eyes flashing with ten-billion-year-old stars, I watch people work on the river shore, and give each person their most secret name that I cradle as treasure in my hands, then return to my hidden cave of faith. Put out my eyes and I will never see you, seal up my ears and I shall never hear you, break my arms and I can never embrace you, and with broken feet I can never go find you, but close my mouth with anguish of my heart yet I will call your name with words of truth. Collecting stones from the deep river bed along with the bones of demons and gods, I create new words that convey my thoughts so seeds of truth bloom in flowers of love which spur my heart to sing in odorous woods in harmony with the cloud-soaring lark. Thick veil of tree branches conceal my vale from endless torrent of afternoon rain till I reach out my timorous hands of hope to grasp the golden shafts of light that fling eternity through radiant glow of faith whole stone-smoothing water croons me to sleep. No matter how far I search in the world, climbing mountains and striding along rivers, I will never find myself anywhere, so I create myself from words I speak since I realize I am where I am now, always dreaming strange beauty of this life. When the Guardian of Dreams in long black gown wanders the endless landscape of my heart, with moon-white lily in her gentle hand, I offer apples I steal from the snake, so I feel vastness of this shivering world when she smiles bright as lightning at midnight. When our souls touch with respectful desire, the great chord of the universe sings clear with deep vibration of the pulsing star that tunes our hearts in harmony with time so we become one flash of ecstasy wound tight in matrix of conceptual love. My heart mirrors image of your pure soul with heavy honesty of selfless love that forms the sturdy ship of mutual trust which bears us safely through the deadly storm for we are alone together on Earth in consecrated passion of our love.
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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Sunday, July 20, 2025
Hidden Cave Of Faith
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Orpheus gives apples to Ophelia as he rows their river boat to the shore of the fishing village where everyone gathers for the evening feast.
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