Silver Swan Of Truth © Surazeus 2026 04 16 Dark similitude of her image glows as seraph hovering over me with wings of ancient wisdom mirrored by the moon when she appears as silver swan of truth that sprinkles snow of beauty on my head so I imagine I am Socrates. Her timeless eyes that gleam with countless stars unveil bright nothingness in everything yet flash through flowing waves of molecules in sweet harmonious music of the spheres which oscillate between opposing poles to weave our souls in matrix of God Mind. Inspired by Tree of Knowledge by the lake that dances in soft breeze one hundred years, I stand as second shadow to her soul just as the wise seer Theodore foretold who shows me how to see with dreamless eyes Realm of Ideas beyond the visible. With mind untrammeled by religious creeds I outfly nets of mutability based on dream map that Theodore designed by navigating shadows of this world that bind my soul to limits of my body though my brain explores weird infinity. I hitchhike far across the Evening Land with lyre of Mercury in my left hand, and on my journey beyond truth I knew I find out what I am in my world view, because we blaze in preternatural light till we all vanish in mute dreamless night. Since I am made of atoms shining bright with brave attentive force of selfless love, I am concept of God we humans made attempting wake wise inside my brain which gleams as prism in its neural net refracting God Mind in my transient self. Eight billion humans living on this Earth are every one one fragment of One God for we all spring from one maternal mind, First Mother who still dreams inside our brains since she stood startled by the Lake of Stars and sang clear visions of her loving heart. Though driven down the signless road of hope by bleak despair of hunger for weird truth, I rise from shadow of my single self to feel First Mother wake inside my mind so I expand scope of bright consciousness to sing with joy while knowing I will die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus stands with Theodore Roethke under the oak tree, strumming lyre of Mercury while he recites his verse with Cassandra Voice.
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