Endless Wind Of Time

Endless Wind Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 10 02

When I grasp beauty of life in my hand 
that pulses with hot blood of eager faith, 
I hold it towards you with generous love 
to give you artefact of my bruised heart 
so I can transfuse passion to your soul 
based on unique form of intimacy. 

Heart burdened with strange wisdom of the world, 
I sleep on treeless plain of humming ghosts 
where peacocks strut before idol of Zeus 
who reclaims formal tale of victory 
through untraditional puzzles of faith 
which urges we confront our naked souls. 

I kneel beneath the gleaming silver sky, 
before the silent rugged mountain range, 
and ask God for the purpose of my life, 
then wait in meditation for his voice 
that whistles in the endless wind of time 
swirling dust around my weather-worn face. 

Because purpose is the man-made concept 
which binds our bodies to the wheel of time 
with stress of social fame driving our work 
to fulfill great goal of civic success, 
I choose to free my body through my mind 
from intense pressure to assert my pride. 

Leaping to my feet on the windy plain, 
I laugh with delight of enlightenment 
through lithe ebullience of vast insight 
that even God, I think floats in the sky, 
has no idea in his cloudy brain 
what grand purpose our existence might serve. 

When I stand naked on the dusty plain 
with honest process to nurture my love, 
I sing enchanting vision of my heart 
that enacts play of self-regeneration 
based on my honest self-examination 
to strengthen weakness of my loyal mind. 

Nobody knows the way to Wonderland 
so we all gather in Stonehenge to sing 
hymns of honor to Mother of the Earth 
who molds our bodies from soil of her heart 
so we feel sweet vibrations of our globe 
that spins forever in the void of light. 

Through endless iterations of new change 
we dance with modern passion of the lost 
in vain attempt to calculate the cost 
of losing all our social principles 
to hungry turtles haunting mental pools 
that ripple in the endless wind of time.