Tune Of The Global Core

Tune Of The Global Core
© Surazeus
2026 06 24

Though I have never gone to Innisfree, 
nor climbed the misty slopes of Helicon, 
yet I sense water lapping on the shore 
where I hear songs of Muses in fruit groves 
that lure me from gray streets of crowded cities 
loud with ancient tune of the global core. 

Though I have never stood with crystal eye 
in grand hall of pedantic Babylon, 
nor chatted with the freckled fisherman 
who wanders in gray Connemara clothes, 
yet I have stood by fountain of Neptune 
and sung about the Well Witch Melusine. 

Though I have never sailed the seven seas 
nor climbed the Himalayas with brave faith, 
yet I have hitchhiked sea to shining sea 
and played guitar to shing hymn of the wraith, 
determined to transcend my mundane life 
in quest to wake soul of my deathless genes. 

Though I have never trudged hot caves of Hell 
nor pranced gold streets of Heaven with my love, 
yet I have mapped whole history of the world 
to chronicle how empires rise and fall, 
since reign of my ancestors wearing crowns 
vanished in the turmoil of brutal wars. 

Though I cannot foresee my life-end fate 
nor know how fame will treat my humble name, 
yet I will govern my life with my will 
when I seek from wise Calliope skill 
to chant my epic of philosophers 
depicting quests of men to know the truth. 

Though I have not suffered travail in life 
as much as my ancestor, James the Scot, 
or been imprisoned in white tower hall, 
yet like him I have seen face of the Muse 
glow bright with wisdom of celestial soul 
that gleams with passion in her secret eyes. 

Though I have never heard bright angels sing 
nor fought with devils to control my lust, 
yet I have heard tune of the global core 
vibrate in every human I have met, 
for we are children of Great Mother Earth 
who weaves our bodies from light of the sea. 

Though I have never fallen from the sky 
on waxed wings of feathers my father built, 
yet I have soared on silver airplane wings 
around slopes of Mount Takoma at dawn, 
and seen our ancient world is beautiful, 
round as the pear that blooms from Tree of Life.