Quick-Winged Sparrow © Surazeus 2026 03 28 Quick-winged sparrow of the human soul, seen to flit safe from tempest of cold wind in fire-warm hall of power where world leaders feast on bones of workers in factories, lands on head of the self-crowned king of greed and prophesies that the proud always fall. Our transient human soul, lodged in our flesh of warm protection from cruel mindless death, comes from no far mysterious realm of light on time-transcendent wings of divine love, for conscious glow radiates from spongy brain as glow of self-aware acuity. What seems to wise philosophers to be mysterious origin in distant stars of our bright consciousness we call our soul, which animates our body till we die, is local to enclosed sphere of our skull, for primal flame of self glows from our brain. Our brain provides foundation for the soul to bloom from seed of hope as tree of thought, nurtured by tears of sorrow our hearts bleed with nourishment of harsh experience so we learn consequence of every cause which we encode in proverbs of insight. No matter role each person of this world is doomed by play by choices of our fate, each individual brain conjures its soul from flash of memories in neural net that programs we how we perform our one part in crowded theater of social power. Some men attain heights of authority through scenes of chaos from hostile desire by organizing variant plans that clash with project of inclusive compromise to balance opposing forces of hope so everyone wins game of give and take. Other men grasp at elusive mirage of power over minds of other men by smashing strict conventions of respect through harsh assertion of their fragile will in frantic gestures of helpless despair hidden behind mask of feeble dominance. Quick-winged sparrow of my transient soul, that flits with urgent message of world change, traverses spiraling maze of dream keys to guide my quest of self-empowerment so I achieve modest success of faith composing epic of enlightenment.
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, March 28, 2026
Quick-Winged Sparrow
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Orpheus gazes with admiring love at the sparrow that lands on his hand as he strums lyre of Mercury and sings at the feast where King Midas falls from power.
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