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.
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 4, 2025
Yellow Fruit Of Faith
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Orpheus and Ophelia visit their friends Rama and Mira in mango forest to celebrate sacred holiday of the pregnant moon.
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