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Saturday, September 20, 2025

Ancestral Streams Of Faith

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. 



1 comment:

  1. 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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