Nothing More Than Moonlight © Surazeus 2026 08 15 To achieve fullness of being alive through tense serenity of nothingness, Godith hums wordless melody of angst in eerie tones of mist-enshrouded woods that wake ghosts of the dead from tombless graves while waulking woolen cloth with her bare feet. Engaged through spiritual apprenticeship in learning wordless songs of ancient stars, Godith gathers flowers from foggy glen where ravens name things that do not exist with sepulchral voice of aesthetic truth that seeks to purge the heart of artifice. This stone she holds in callused hand of faith is no revelation of hidden meaning beyond mind-expanding epiphany that glows with presence of the timeless hour when Godith wakes from suddenness of love with modern impulse to name everything. Through maximum expression of the self that contains multitudes of unnamed souls, and minimum conflation of the self dissolved in purity of aching song, Godith transcends both opposites to float along continuum of being awake. Annoyed that she must express ache of hope with human language in limiting words, Godith affirms force of assertive aim to name mindless things with word of insight that causes things to glow with cosmic mind so she creates her person with sly speech. As she approaches far vanishing point that separates immediate sense of self with timeless vibrancy of divine thought, Godith reduces singularity of our vast world to garden of her heart where things exist because she gives them names. Confined within conceptual walls of speech, where spirit of her brain frames with bold words elusive reference of ideal truth, Godith binds fluid memories of time with linear narrative for acts she plays as she performs her role in game of life. While gazing at moonlight shining through trees, Godith attempts to design metaphor relating peaceful glow of silent light to how her body feels with pulse of hope, but she decides with laughter of calm faith the moonlight is nothing more than moonlight.
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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Saturday, August 15, 2026
Nothing More Than Moonlight
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Orpheus visits small stone cottage on glen river shore where Godith welcomes him with fresh-baked haggis and blackberry pie since the white raven knows.
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