Vision Of Mother Ishtar

Vision Of Mother Ishtar
© Surazeus
2025 12 31

Every time I forget my secret name 
I teleport through glass door of my heart 
to leap countless worlds of the multiverse 
where I am someone else in every phase 
till I weave all my selves in One God Soul 
inherent in this mask I never wear. 

At the Crippled Pegasus coffee shop 
I write screenplay for tale of Icarus 
where he survives his fall into the sea 
and meets Kwan Yin who gives me peach to eat 
so they explore high mountains of Guilin 
where they sell hang gliders from small town shop. 

Startled by vision of Mother Ishtar 
on the road to Damascus in my car, 
I ask for wisdom of Tiresias 
so she transforms my body boy to girl, 
then back again, so I may understand 
how every soul on Earth struggles to live. 

Taking Ishtar on our thirty-third date 
to the fanciest restaurant in Paris, 
I propose marriage with Ring of Sauron 
after eating steaks grilled by Tantalus, 
then we dance with joy after she accepts, 
pledging vows of love with star-flashing eyes. 

As architect commissioned to construct 
new White House for wise Emperor of Earth, 
I lay foundation with the Rolling Stone 
that Sisyphus brought from Plutonian cave 
to smash clay feet of King Midas at dawn 
so Ishtar can rule the world once again. 

Still running freely in Forest of Wolves 
with Artemis on lush Hyrcanian shores, 
I find lost lyre of Mercury in sand, 
so I ascend gold Pyramid of Sophos 
where I sing epic of philosophers 
that details material nature of being. 

Since we are atoms swerving in the void, 
we exercise Free Will within constraints 
defined by measured bounds of time and space 
which molds our character into our face 
we donate to the ancient gallery 
curated well by the Many-Faced God. 

Because the universe of spinning worlds 
remains indifferent to our fragile lives, 
we gather on the fruited river shore 
to create meaning in weird psalms we sing 
that teach our children how to live and die 
so each person designs their secret name.