Puzzle Of Disparate Truths © Surazeus 2026 04 12 Exquisite beauty of soft floating snow resurrects death in lush leaves on tall trees, assembling puzzle of disparate truths in mirror mask Nature wears to revive aching spirit of my heart with mute love so I long to walk with you in bright woods. Snow flakes supply sweet angel tears of light that nourish roots of fruit trees so they mold sunlight to cherries, apples, pears, and grapes which nurture human souls of transient flesh with clear immortal water from Blue Sky who blesses fields where wheat sprouts from our hearts. Annoyed that eggs she finds in underbrush crack in large basket she wove from tree twigs, Celta notes eggs gleam safe on tufts of grass so she tears handfuls from bounty of fate and pads its bottom with layer of softness that protects eggs she collects from getting cracked. Returning to kurgan mound by the lake, first built by grandfather of her grandfather, Celta slips behind thick veil of grape vines to enter chambered cairn where she dwells safe, hangs herbs above workbench of oak to dry, then boils eggs in copper pot in hot hearth. Hungry for fish roasted with herbs and oil, Celta carries pack with net and long pole to silver lake between pine-shrouded hills where she casts net to fill basket with fish, then digs mussels from slurping river muck as sparrows chirp in alders on the ridge. Stepping over stones to climb narrow trail, Celta pauses when she sees in large cave wild wolf man with long matted hair and beard who holds cracked turtle shell with two deer horns and sings strange anthem as he plucks gut strings in lamentation at heart-breaking loss. Reaching out his hand with gesture of trust, Wilkus offers her ride in river boat, so Celta sits on prow bench as he rows across bright lake lashed by sudden wind storm that causes her to fall against his chest and hold him tight as he strives for safe shore. Warm and dry together in chambered cairn, Wilkus and Celta consume roasted fish, drink spiced grape wine with relish of desire, share tragic tale of Tristan and Isolde, then kiss and make love on thick wolf-fur rug as butterfly flutters around their heads.
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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Sunday, April 12, 2026
Puzzle Of Disparate Truths
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Orpheus visits Wilkus and Celta at their kurgan mound home where everyone assembles in tabernacle on top of the mound to feast and sing in the long spring evening.
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