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Thursday, December 25, 2025

Bamboo Flute Of My Heart

Bamboo Flute Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 12 25

To tunnel into darkness of the heart 
in vain search for serpentine soul of time 
I slither over boundaries of respect 
in slick transference of anxious contempt 
with quick detachment of the therapist 
through disbelief in divine miracles. 

I struggle to transcend weirdness of truth 
in strict adherence to schedule of chance, 
yet gamble with astonishing surprise 
for true salvation of the wretched kind 
against good advice of the demon tree 
who tells me I am god with loyal smirk. 

Miniscule curse of languid arrogance 
appears from locked door of the distraught ghost 
who holds early morning sunlight in hands 
extended thousands of miles over hills 
where supple winds hide in the empty church 
to swallow prayers of widows without care. 

Fanciful palace of my feeble soul 
expects great accomplishments as my feats 
while trapped deep in ever-shifting maze of laws 
which I refuse to perform unawares 
till second coming of the Gardener 
who suffers cryptic ailment of the mind. 

Sibylline riddles, about how to solve 
secretive puzzle of the snarky Sphinx, 
confound my genius mind with obscure tropes 
encoding how our brains perceive the world 
as stones that congregate in spinning space 
while Kwan Yin plays bamboo flute of my heart. 

Awake in harmonizing trine of love, 
that loops through susurrating eyes of gods, 
I measure beauty of existing things 
that occupy their place in grid of time 
so we feel whisper of celestial souls 
trace way of fate that we are doomed to blaze. 

I drink from chalice of light waterfalls 
to dream my primal soul of cosmic love 
blooms bright from crystal psyche of the sun 
complete in hologram of wingless gods 
who cherish archive of each human brain 
that vanishes to nothing when we die. 

Pulsating spirit of my dreamless brain 
transcends blind ignorance of holy light 
that radiates from face of the haughty man 
who preaches blessings to the hungry crowd 
who crucify his body on the cross 
then eat his roasted flesh with wine of blood. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while Chang-E plays bamboo flute of Kwan Yin in concert that enchants the audience with visions of global peace.

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