Holy Breath Of Ecstasy © Surazeus 2025 09 02 If no one calls me on the telephone I will open every door in the world to find the holy breath of ecstasy which lame social rules require I inhale in order to transcend bounds of the body because I keep waking up still alive. I jump into the deep lake of your heart to float with turtles of intense brain-flight where shadows wend beneath mask of the Earth which I forge into universal key I twist to open locked door of contempt jammed with slanting rays of assertive light. I learn to walk upright in ocean waves so I can stand tall as fierce vertebrate and reach my arms to touch the argent thought in bold attempt to bridge the gulf of fear so I can name my children at their birth whose brains are programmed with dreams of the Earth. The world that spins in chaos of the void invites my soul to meditate with faith on pulsing hill of ardent errantry at vibrant still point of the multiverse so sacred crows of psychic loyalty burst from my breast with arrogant respect. Because the glass sky seems to know my name I pause at intersection of two roads where divine mind of the universe glows filtered through interstice of dreaming brains flushed with determined passion for the light that beams without concern I know its Why. By moving with mad maintenance of mirth, supported by strange answers no one buys, I feel my brain unwind eternal tales that pollenate your yet-born brains with love unworded by theology of fact according to analysis gods steal. Surprised that everyone she once adored plots to kill her so they can maintain power, the lonely goddess on edge of the cliff weeps in despair at uselessness of love, they leaps into boundless abyss of faith so wings of hope sprout from her wounded heart. Shocked at unfolding of percipience that expands wide enough to catch the wind, she flies above the endless maze of myths till she finds me in Garden of Delights so she gives me glass book of timeless truth as we eat under the pear tree and laugh.
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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Tuesday, September 2, 2025
Holy Breath Of Ecstasy
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Orpheus teaches how to breathe the holy breath of ecstasy in class on meditation at the Zarathian Institute of Insanity.
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