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.
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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Thursday, December 25, 2025
Bamboo Flute Of My Heart
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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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