Academic Path Of Truth

Academic Path Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 09 02

The academic path of truth I follow leads 
my curious quest through waste land of the heart 
to find I must create the Promised Land 
by planting seeds of faith in fertile soil 
then tending theories with measuring hands 
to cultivate true vision of the world. 

I wonder about vision of the world 
that bridges alien planets of our hearts 
with taut-wound rope of attentive respect 
that provides strong emotional support 
when we dance across vast abyss of death 
to overcome ourselves and become gods. 

If I should memorize how beams of light 
slant through cathedral windows of tree groves, 
I might hear soft primeval songs of birds 
spark ancient program of perceptive faith 
that projects virtual model of the world 
to remember evolving fish to god. 

Thus with electric eyes of honest love 
I feel sacred shine of the universe 
radiate from aching sorrow of my heart 
so I walk outside temple of my mind 
to weave each individual twinkling star 
in constellations of immortal gods. 

When I transcend bound limits of this flesh 
and soar above the world on angel wings 
so every dreamer sees mask of my face, 
I almost believe I have become god 
till I wake still stuck in my mortal brain 
and realize my journey is but a dream. 

Walking beneath the tree of nectarines, 
I bear my new-born child in cradling arms 
to stand in rays of sunlight on wet grass 
and feel the endless spinning of the Earth 
till dizzy with strange vision of the world 
I float away into the cloudy sky. 

We are the Lost Ones on the signless road 
forever walking toward land of the sun 
yet stop along the way to build new fane 
where we relax and feast with dance and song 
every thousand years till empires fall 
and send us wandering toward the setting sun. 

Though we walk far ten thousand lonely years, 
we stand amazed on harsh shore of the ocean 
to sing with solemn hymn of swirling waves 
that fills our brains with pure forever vision 
depicting evolution of the soul 
since all we build is washed out to the sea.