Immortal Soul Of Light

Immortal Soul Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 11 20

Each evening once per week when I take out 
garbage bags of my foul anxiety 
I stand some time beneath the star-bound sky 
and contemplate strange mystery of our being 
as fierce organic creatures of blind faith 
acute enough to ponder why we are. 

I hear soft wordless songs of forest sprites 
resonate with immortal soul of light 
which radiates from organic physiques 
through wicked emanation of desire 
to transcend sudden nothingness of death 
by generating life before we die. 

Tall oak trees reach stiff arms of ardent hope 
toward invisible Heaven of Fate 
with wordless agony of chemicals 
to spiral back toward original eye 
from which our universe flared forth as flash 
of psychic energy we term divine. 

So I too reach my wingless arms of faith 
high toward celestial realm of ageless God 
that my ancestors long believed is real 
with searing ache to soar on divine breath 
awake from seething planet of hot goop, 
but still I dream trapped in this mortal frame. 

Since Pythagoras taught immortal soul 
beams down from stars to animate our bodies 
and then returns to rejuvenate in stars, 
humans have clung to illusion of life 
after death with desperate angst of faith, 
but still we die and crumble into dust. 

Though atoms that compose my frame of flesh 
recycle endlessly in swirls of change 
as they transform from rain to soil to plants 
to animals with conscious dreaming brains, 
this divine sense of my self as unique 
will vanish when my soul-body decays. 

My brain assembles memories of sense 
in complex puzzle that depicts our world 
through narrative I convert to grand myth 
that portrays my quest to discover truth 
as holy mission of messiah sleuth 
till I fall in my grave and disappear. 

Unless I code narrative of my life 
in epic tale to preserve memories 
as virtual world my brain conjures in verse, 
my vision of this complex universe 
disintegrates into waves of the sea 
so I map my journey before I die.