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Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Yellow Fruit Of Faith

Yellow Fruit Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 11 04

If I could vote for wild girl in gold clouds 
who flies where she wants on electric wings, 
I would photograph moments of her life 
with obsolete system of ardent play 
to record memories of vanished days 
in three-dimensional world of dream words. 

When I assemble genuine collage 
presenting history of the human race 
in endless tapestries of faceless gods, 
I curate ephemeral ghosts of time 
designed as masks my future self may wear 
to educate the dead with moral laws. 

Though gangs of angry men with guns of hate 
attack libraries filled with truthful tales 
in vain attempt to erase history 
that presents crimes their ancestors commit, 
brave heroes of our long-forgotten myths 
still shimmer in weird texts of holy books. 

Dark fabric of our granulated hills 
preserves attentive anguish of our hearts 
where Rama wanders in forgotten past, 
detached from passion of our hungry flesh, 
and stretches arms to channel beams of light 
that connect stars to center of the Earth. 

I swim across flowing river of hope 
to follow heart-thief I ever adore 
who leaves me dripping on the river shore, 
but then returns with yellow fruit of faith 
that fills our bodies with light of the sun 
as we perform slow yoga dance with breath. 

Mira gives her heart to Rama alone 
who hides seed of truth in rain-polished stone 
because true love must be buried in soil 
for trust to flourish in lush tree of fruit 
though wind blows bird of her heart in the sky 
each time she returns to nest in his heart. 

Transfiguration of her aching heart 
renews her body formed from swirls of rain 
so Mira kisses Rama on the mouth 
as he surrenders to her gift of light 
that frees their spirits from limits of flesh 
as they become every creature on Earth. 

Defiant passion of their privacies 
in quiet wildness of mutual respect 
expands clear scope of knowledge they access 
each time they dance together in wet grass 
to write their love song on heart of the Earth, 
bodies nourished by yellow fruit of faith. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Ophelia visit their friends Rama and Mira in mango forest to celebrate sacred holiday of the pregnant moon.

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