Museum Of Sacred Art © Surazeus 2025 11 11 While digging post holes along the dirt road to erect barbed-wire fence around his cows, Scott finds large clay pot buried in thick mud, so he washes it clean in the cool stream and sets it on the table by warm hearth for while he reads books in the leather chair. Despite adverse spallation of his heart that suffers impact from teasing of friends, Scott relates grand tale of discovery with humble pride of sagacious respect at how celestial fate revealed his prize when gold beams pierced dark clouds of ignorance. While sipping coffee in late evening glow that shimmers through lace curtain by his head, Scott explains to every awed visitor that this clay pot he found by the dirt road was made at least one thousand years ago by hands that invented abstract art. While rubbing gritty side of the clay pot during revelation of its sacred state, Scott gawks with unbelieving eyes of faith when sparkling spirit swirls from hollow pot, like genie from the lamp Aladdin found, and glows before him with Plutonian aura. Surprised at appearance of the star ghost that incorporates in tall black-haired woman, Scott listens as her thunder-subtle voice proclaims her sacred name is Onatah for she embodies spirit of this land that nurtures corn with its silky gold hair. Awed by transcendent beauty of her face that images fertile soul of the land, Scott shields his face from her electric glow which emanates from eyeless mask of love as radiant gleam on surface of the pot with heart-transforming sense of timeless truth. Packing clay pot in sturdy box of faith wrapped tight with cushioning pads of respect, Scott transports sacred treasure from his field to university-funded museum preserving fragile artefacts of art in glass cases for people to observe. As docent in Museum of Sacred Art where he volunteers after he retires, Scott narrates to curious visitors respectful tales of ancient native tribes that highlight progress in science and art based on cultured bonds with cycles of nature.
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, November 11, 2025
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Orpheus gazes at the clay pot in the glass case and sighs as he remembers how her eyes sparkled when Okwaho showed him how to make this clay pot from river mud.
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