Temple Of One Mother World © Surazeus 2026 01 03 I stand inside the stillness of your heart to feel translucent beauty of the world illuminate the countless conscious souls who swirl around in hurricanes of dreams that cycle through transforming states of being till gods of nations dissipate to faith. As fading afterthought of social change, I am no more than memory of dawn light that traces path of hope in maze of streets to faintly grow in shell of hopeful home that scatters into butterflies of time who seek the garden though it vanishes. I leap outside the stillness of my heart to spread wide clumsy wings of loyal faith, though social forces toss my fragile soul in random swirls of frantic energy beyond all symbols of forgotten myths till I become stone idol of your god. Though Fortune knocks at door of bitter faith to share new formulas for mental strength that help me manage winds of social change, I bend adjusted rays of solitude that slant through vast cathedrals of fake truth to find our light in darkness of despair. I flail beyond the stillness of my heart, yet grasp at yearning for security to balance oscillation between truths through endless spirals of returning lies revealing hidden secrets I assert which fuel my frantic flight of fortitude. Absolved of guilt that twists my hopeful heart from calm neglect maintaining old world view that guided global play of give and take, I scatter puzzling secrets in wild wind depicting each mistake I made from pride till all my fragments constitute weird rain. I twirl back to the stillness of my heart to dance with Dionysian grace of trust that I have strength to grow from solid facts as radiant ghost presenting honest spells designed to weave new world view for mankind that integrates religions in one truth. My face that gleams in mirror of world mind contains the face of every human being who wakes from solitude of mangled faith to weave our spirits in new global soul enshrined in Temple of One Mother World so we stand in the stillness of her heart.
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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Saturday, January 3, 2026
Temple Of One Mother World
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury on stage in the Temple of One Mother World where billions of people gather to pray for peace as greedy kings fight each other over whose god till be worshipped by mankind.
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