Clear Light Of Atar © Surazeus 2026 06 06 My heart longs for the bright Hyrcanian Sea where morning sun gleams gold on silver waves so I run free with White Horse of the wind to free world people from cruel tyranny who dance with joy in groves of apple trees till death disperses souls in evening breeze. Blue breeze of the mystical radiant force, that emanates from aching heart of hope, blows through branches of pomegranate trees while Ahura Mazda gives Kingship Ring to honest Ardashir with generous heart on sacred Mountain of the Lion God. Bold sense of Justice glows still in my heart eighteen hundred years from that solemn hour brave Ardashir enforced rule of fair law through programs funding work of humble men, farmers raising crops from soil of Earth, and craftsmen constructing wagons and homes. Lush pomegranate tree grows from my heart on sandy shore of our Hyrcanian Sea where spirit of First Mother lingers still in swirls of silver wind that bear starlight as holy flames of truth from cave of dreams which animate my body with desire. Strong thread of wisdom, forged from light of truth by gentle hand of Anahita, weaves my secret heart in tapestry of faith to noble goal of justice for all souls brave Ardashir attends with righteous eye to bind contentious tribes with common goal. With brave Sassanian spirit in my heart, which urges me to create health from pain, I maintain psychic balance of firm faith between conservative respect for safety and progressive vision for social growth that nurtures dream of each person to live. Though we seem to wander far off our road in desolate gloom of the bleak wilderness, Clear Light of Atar, which flares from our hearts at clarion spell that Zoroaster sings, dispels grim darkness of bitter despair so we see Golden Path of Righteousness. Awake with soul of Zurvan in my heart, trained by Nairyosangha, his Messenger, I aid Arshtat, Goddess of Truth and Justice, to maintain order in our whole world empire that unites nations of Earth in one faith which values women and choices they make.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Translate
Saturday, June 6, 2026
Clear Light Of Atar
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Orpheus wanders along sandy shores of the bright Hyrcanian Sea, and weeps as he remembers graceful beauty of Anahita and her charming voice of song.
ReplyDelete