Wordless Wind Of Why

Wordless Wind Of Why
© Surazeus
2026 09 18 

To invest in emotional regrowth 
when flocks of ravens search for tree of faith, 
I follow river-flow of innocence 
to understand abandonment by wind 
each morning I cross vast liminal space 
to hide my soul with temporary face. 

To listen to the dreams of birds at dawn 
before sunlight reveals grave of my heart, 
I ponder why I wanted to be born 
through brave attention of romantic hope 
that drives our bodies to generate life 
in struggle to transcend mute nothingness. 

To live as reaper and sower of truth 
by cultivating myths from dreams of gods, 
I pray through clumsy strife against despair 
to laugh and cry through cycle of rebirth 
till I float blind in grief of pleasant joy 
that morphs my body to symbol of faith. 

To swell beyond limits of time and space 
on frantic wings of fierce angelic lust, 
I build small church of stone on river shore 
to shelter homeless refugees from war 
who gather for the Feast of Apple Hope 
in shining presence of the eyeless sun. 

To analyze the fall of Icarus 
who wears the broken mask of Lucifer, 
I calculate new route through maze of Hell 
to gather treasures from tombs of dead gods 
which I deliver to the Queen of Life 
who reigns on ziggurat of singing skulls. 

To sail away from hills of Ithaca 
long after endless journey to my home, 
I study constellations of the heart 
providing safe road to the Promised Land 
where old bearded man by the Burning Bush 
insists Jehovah speaks in flames of awe. 

To redesign view of our universe 
that represents its true reality, 
we hang out in lush field of confused ghosts 
with pamphlets that explain the Afterlife 
because our conscious sense of Special Self 
will vanish in the wordless wind of why. 

To become one with Infinite Eye of Light 
that beams through every atom of my soul, 
I swim in sea of demons to explore 
uncanny wisdom of subconscious realms 
where all my ancestors dream in my cells 
so I remember evolving through love.