Sacred Light Of Helicon

Sacred Light Of Helicon
© Surazeus
2025 12 18

Holding in my hand spirit-golden orange, 
I watch the sun rise at solstice in Stonehenge, 
but migrate away from world Babylon  
to escape its restrictive echelon 
so I can build new university 
based soundly on social diversity. 

Astonished by shades of the monochrome 
while training horses in the hippodrome, 
I quest for love in hills of Oregon 
that links my heart to ancient Avalon 
where my ancestors dwelled fifty thousand years 
till we were trapped by fiscal puppeteers. 

In memory of brave King Decebalus, 
I carve his face from rock of Sisyphus 
that gazes boldly over blue Danube 
as ever-shifting tesseractic cube 
which provides structure for our virtual Earth 
through form-evolving process of soul birth. 

Raising their arms to honor the Sky Spook, 
gingerbread men worship the divine Cook 
who molds their bodies from star memories 
with conceptual ideas as dream keys 
that program how our brains perceive the world 
so we can recognize our cosmic herald. 

With elegant grace of the global core, 
she gazes at me on the river shore 
with eyes that see the flashing multiverse 
spiral through our bodies on quantum course 
to generate new children from our hearts 
that compose souls from molecular parts. 

My soul is emanation of my brain 
that fools my ego to believe in vain 
that my conscious sense of self is unique 
with immortal glamor of god-mystique 
because I feel as old as solar light 
that beams from First Flash of atomic flight. 

Because our span of life is limited 
as bodies through which God has pivoted 
to incarnate genes each generated life, 
we transcend destructive battles of strife 
by forming social systems based on laws 
administered by reign of Santa Claus. 

Sitting together by the Tree of Fruit, 
we play sweet music with our lyre and flute, 
then eat brave orange of romantic trust 
to conjure true love from physical lust, 
then build new home to mimic Avalon 
that glows with sacred light of Helicon.