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.
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, May 3, 2026
Weird Voice Of Light
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Orpheus stands on street corners in a thousand cities across America and sings hymns of atheist spiritualism with Cassandra Voice.
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