Temple Of Your Heart © Surazeus 2025 09 07 If I lie back on soft excessive grass to contemplate process of growing love, I might discover absence of your ghost beside me under canopy of hope because we walk together on one road going the same direction throughout life. Though love begins with passion of desire, and cools at reality of shared needs, we achieve solidarity through trust as we work together gathering food to share rich treasures garnered from the Earth when we protect each other every day. Sometimes we travel back and forth through time in constant loops of spiral-wound respect that binds our hearts with rich coincidence as we perform characteristic roles refining persona masks through which we express secret energy of love. Each day when I emerge from mist of dream I think about strange beauty of your face which radiates from loyal core of your heart as spirit-warming glow of honesty when we give each other constructive gifts on which we build safe haven of our love. Whenever you are absent from my sight while you venture beyond scope of my eyes, my heart aches with courteous anxiety that flashes vivid visions in my mind depicting ways you suffer harm from fate so I breathe deep to ease dramatic fear. Sharp dazzle of bright sunlight on the lake lures my wild heart in timeless trance of trust to stage assertive ritual of insight based on principles of constructive force through strict attention to ingenious plans for feeding people with fresh food I bring. Thus I have built this sturdy shelf from oak with broad solidity of stocky strength where you can organize your cooking ware, made of bowls, plates, utensils, pots, and pans, to support functions of your kitchen work where you prepare meals for the dining hall. To aid intensive labor of your hands preparing nutritious meals of respect, I attend creative acts you perform with quick assistance of my steady love to bring articles for items you need so all feast well in temple of your heart.
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, September 7, 2025
Temple Of Your Heart
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury on stage in Temple of Zeus while Ophelia cooks meals that nymphs of Artemis bear to tables where travelers feast while watching the show.
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