Continue Our Daily Routines © Surazeus 2026 09 25 Not sure what he may find among small stones smoothed by ten million years of ocean waves, Cronus wanders along margin of fate to gather clams in leather bag of hope, and ponders how some invisible force moves everything in motions of exchange. Through repeated patterns in swirls of time waves surge against broad beach of gleaming sand with calm aggressiveness of natural grace, so Cronus stops and looks back on his path to see imprints of his feet in long line that curves across landscape of glowing thoughts. Sharp voice that pierces silent wind of fear alerts his heart to vision of her face, so Cronus turns against obstructing wind to see lithe Themis by the mossy cave, which sparks assertive passion in his heart that causes him to fly on leaps of faith. When Cronus reaches Themis by her cave, gold eyes gleaming with ardent flash of dawn, he offers bag of clams that clank with hope, so she leads him in safe cave of her heart when he pries shells open with diamond blade and she roasts them over small crackling fire. After they feast on clams and apple sauce, that she crushes with stones in wooden bowl, Cronus and Themis embrace with desire to merge their bodies in warm glow of love, writhing with pleasure of exploding stars, then cuddle with soft song of ocean waves. This timeless memory, programmed in my brain by my ancestors thirty thousand years before hour of my birth in Oregon, powers progress of my daily routine with vision of attentive love for life that motivates my mission to create. Though Zeus in palace of Olympus struts with haughty pride of aggrandizing greed, and blusters to inflate his vanity with vainglorious conceit of arrogance, billions of people on this spinning globe eat with their friends at harvest festivals. Men who falsely amplify with big boasts importance of their being in game of life will fall from cliff of hubris when they leap on wings of delusion, and break on truth, so we continue our daily routines in safe homes with our precious families.
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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Friday, September 25, 2026
Continue Our Daily Routines
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Orpheus finds his father and mother making love in the cave so he walks along the beach and listens to how wind hums over water and sand to make music of the soul.
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