Shining Mountains Of Light © Surazeus 2026 03 09 The purple columbine of my aching heart blooms beside rocky mountain valley spring that sings with ancient voice of wordless joy while washing all my sorrows to the sea, so I almost believe that I can fly, but I breathe spirit of the sky instead. Attentive wisdom of snow, crusted white with timeless beauty of starlight, displays faceless beauty of our immortal soul all humans share, molded by suffering from passion into social mask we wear, which almost mirrors divine mind of light. Exhausting though the climb may be, rough path of glacier-fractured stones winding sideways in rolling basin of the mountain vale, I breathe patient endurance of orange clouds with persistence of pioneers, that fuels progressive quest of my immortal genes. Far from people-crowded streets of commerce that wind through cement canyons of ambition, I stand tall in rugged meadow of flowers among the vast Shining Mountains of Light, and watch with awe how dawn rays of the sun luminate Tava Kaavi, Mountain of the Sun. Gazing east far over mountains and seas, I strain to see around curve of the Earth Mount Olympus where All-Father was born who strode on rugged clouds of broken stones to fill his heart with courage of the wind in fight against cruel Titans to live free. Bright apparition of some great world savior, robed in white, hair blowing in divine wind, appears on white horse with gold horn of power and shining wings of star authority, so I wonder what god my eyes perceive, Zeus, Brahma, Jesus, Odin, or Shangdi. Perhaps one man descended from them all, combining their divine souls in one mind, may appear from turmoil of history and unite warring nations of the Earth with open hands of generosity that rule justice and liberty for all. This fantasy of one wise global ruler inspires nationalist pride of every tribe who believe their own god will rule the Earth, but I know they are all but mortal men who fight each other over dirt and rain, so I walk with the person I love most.
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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Monday, March 9, 2026
Shining Mountains Of Light
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings epic tale about each great tribal god of human history who lived and died in ancient mists of time.
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