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Sunday, May 3, 2026

Weird Voice Of Light

Weird Voice Of Light
© Surazeus
2026 05 03

How may I balance happiness and sorrow 
to power progress of spiritual growth 
through dynamic system of inspiration 
which I derive from deposit of passion 
I channel through document of expression 
based on enterprise of mental encryption. 

Sparked by evanescence my heart may borrow 
from bright atomic flame of chemicals, 
I sublimate mindless force of aggression 
by weaving corporal concept of perception 
through tangled sentences of fractured words 
that mold matter into bodies of faith. 

Snagged on fractal structure of vibrant limbs 
during assertive flight beyond dark scope 
of wisdom that traps my soul in my brain, 
I dangle helplessly above abyss 
that yawns teeth-bristling jaws of painful death 
by grasping rope of truth with stubborn hope. 

Dark nothingness of death would like to swallow 
fragile flame of energy that ignites 
glow of consciousness nurturing my brain, 
so I become aware I am alive, 
awake in shock of arrogant dismay 
that my body conjures my consciousness. 

So many people tell me with false confidence 
that my spirit was forged by the God Mind 
to animate my temporary body 
with immortal soul of divinity, 
and I am fooled to believe this is real 
till I feel my spirit beam from my brain. 

Though molecules that animate my flesh 
first flashed from soul furnace of Father Sun, 
then evolved into this body of flesh 
by passionate desire of Mother Earth, 
my sense of conscious self inside my brain 
is my own unique personality. 

Through all the spiral of galactic light 
the past fourteen billion years of existence 
these atoms that compose shell of my soul 
have flared into this planet that designs 
organic forms to nurture divine mind 
so I think I am God as mortal human. 

We humans are leaves on the Tree of Life, 
grapes on the Vine of Faith, and tender flowers 
that sprout for brief seasons from Ground of Being, 
so I will sing loud with weird voice of light 
to channel vision of creative love 
till our children sing after we all die. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus stands on street corners in a thousand cities across America and sings hymns of atheist spiritualism with Cassandra Voice.

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