Ancestral Streams Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 09 20 The sea of my heart is waiting for you to sail ship of your fate across my space so we can join our bodies in one bond through strict concatenation of our goals involved as raindrops soaked by roots of trees that crack foundation of our empire state. The voice we share with citizens of hope flows over waters of our shared desires so we can navigate maze of events with large love that encompasses the Earth through passion for the nourishment of truth conceived by alphabets of innocence. While holding hands in seasons of delight we walk toward death with innocent respect for whistled chorus of the populous who carry bullets of unconscious fear till light anoints our bodies with esteem for shifting faces of regretful tears. We run with grace in forest of the wind through gates of paradise to chase the truth till we get lost in labyrinth of myth where statues of world gods we idolize dissolve into ancestral streams of faith that cleanse our cities with vain sacrifice. Our mothers wait as shadow of the door for us to bring weird treasures from deep caves returning home as humble puppeteers trained to mimic angels without wings who open visionary reptile eyes to read the memory of our silent fear. We ride stark thunder of our legacy to break free from cruel laws of slavery by leaping abyss of oppressive hate in noble battle to gain liberty based on brave justice as our principle which guides our journey to the Promised Land. Though lost in wilderness of bleak despair we gather round bright fire of liberty and chant to wake courage and strength within so we can change the social paradigm which frames equality of every soul as standard motivating how we live. Our enigmatic goddess with eight eyes creates the world of vision we perceive as virtual model mapping heart-born myth where all ancestral streams of faith flow free in sermon that reveals our love-lit world as pure mysterious spirit of the Earth.
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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Saturday, September 20, 2025
Ancestral Streams Of Faith
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Orpheus rows his boat down the stream to prove that life is more than just a dream of angels singing in groves of apple trees.
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