Zen Flash Of God-Eyes © Surazeus 2026 07 20 Neglected horror of our fractured world conceals strange beauty of the human heart with legendary myths of noble gods who play with loyal men in games of chess till they realize gods they worship are fake, no more than mortal men wearing gold masks. Vast wilderness of roundness sprawls awake inside glass jar of honest arrogance, corrupt with greed for loyal followers who praise the brave influencer of truth with glowing accolades for noble deeds attacking hostile keepers of the gate. Thick mist of sorrow shrouds stone streets of faith where marble temple stands three thousand years as haven for lost homeless travelers to seek deep wisdom on blank walls of fate, grand hall long empty but for wind and rain that nurture trees where ancient gods once ruled. Entranced by silver essence of the lake, I seek bright Zen of vacant nothingness within the seething network of my brain to free my heart from taut bonds of desire that bind wings of my soul with hungry hope to understand true nature of the world. Immortal wisdom of my mortal being, programmed by gene-god of my dreaming brain, tricks me to seek salvation of the heart in temple floating on high glowing clouds where angel-ghosts of people I once knew play harps forever in harmonious peace. Quiet manifestation of great truth appears in flash of light before my eyes so I draw power down from swirling clouds to writhe in tangled verse of sentences that map our journey to the Promised Land among ten thousand peaks of glowing eyes. Zen flash of god-eyes in my aching heart still urges me to follow signless trails through endless hills composed of angel skulls where I rest weary body of my soul in tholos veiled by swirls of apple blooms to meditate on how clear water flows. Ethereal calm of timeless mountain vale inspires my heart with weird sublimity while I sip apple cider brewed at dawn to meditate on nothingness of life the swells my true self huge as thunder clouds so I will dissipate in swirls of rain.
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, July 20, 2026
Zen Flash Of God-Eyes
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Orpheus meditates in tholos temple in Delphi for ten thousand years, contemplating fate as numberless great empires rise and fall in waves of greed.
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