Holy Water Of The Earth © Surazeus 2026 05 04 If the sky speaks to me with tongues of snow to explain why awestruck trees imitate swan-winged Seraphim with ten thousand eyes, I will assert through subatomic thought compassion for every organic soul that strives to transcend terror of pure light. Essential quality of being alive spurs calm obsession of my hungry heart to seek salvation from fountain of light that sparkles holy water of the Earth which fills my body of delicate flesh with rapture of cool wisdom time reveals. My face in time-ensilvered mask of fate reveals expressive lust to procreate immortal soul of genes in mortal form that replicates conceptual personhood who likes to bake apple cinnamon muffins which fill my heart with beauty of the world. So when I need to understand the world I ask the Oracle of Delphi why I am conscious of my one self alone of every conscious creature who has lived on every planet in the universe, but she just gives me root beer shake to drink. Thus at sunset before the seventh day I enter tabernacle tent of faith to roast lamb on altar of sacrifice, then feed world-wanderers with humble hearts who gather mushrooms in the morning mist to write their secret names in time-blown sand. Dipping my hand in gold-silt water stream, I savor sensuous flow of casual time with eagerness to measure how change occurs when seeds expand from confines of mute words to stretch angelic wings of flashing leaves then drop sweet fruit of faith in open hands. Fabulous beauty of light rays on water shocks my heart with illiterate respect, expensive thoughts confined by sentences ghosts buy from mermaids with transparent eyes, so I become vast emptiness of all when I drink holy water of the Earth. All things in Nature grow without intent, transforming from potential seed of thought to full-shaped body blooming rich with hope of hungry passion to compose the mind that conjures image of essential being, so I free Sibyl from her cage of fear.
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, May 4, 2026
Holy Water Of The Earth
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Orpheus and Sibyl celebrate their wedding anniversary by bringing a lamb to the tabernacle where Aaron roasts it so they feast with their children and family.
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