God Mind In My Brain © Surazeus 2026 10 23 When darkness of my heart breathes stellar lust, I dare collude with psychic force of hope to fight against oppressors of the mind who try to poison fruit from Tree of Life, but I know apples sweeten in the dark, which tames the serpent of my heart with love. When beauty writhes from fractured egg of light, I gaze through trees to see soul of mankind that shimmers deep inside our pulsing hearts till beams of passion radiate from our brains so we become wild angels in fruit trees, immortal genes that coil from ocean waves. I visit every temple in the world, built long ago by reverent hands of faith, and stand in darkness of their ruined truth to feel brave spirit of humanity that hides in terror inside sunless halls from writhing serpent of our hungry hearts. Waist-deep in green pool of the mountain stream, among enormous stones of jumbled thoughts, I bathe in tears of devils who perceive how darkness nurtures light of human hearts to cleanse my body of selfish disease so I may transform into swirls of light. The common belief, that the human soul beams down to animate our mortal flesh, then remains whole with conscious sense of self after our bodies crumble into dust, has been the greatest falsehood of all time that still deceives most people with vain hope. How comforting to believe that our soul could exist intact before we are born and might still remain long after we die, because few conscious beings alive on Earth are willing to accept with aching heart that we are transient flames of flashing light. Because whole mental program of my brain has been designed by each subsequent life of my ancestors struggling to survive as they evolve four hundred million years, my sense of conscious self glows fiercely bright so I feel divine God Mind in my brain. Tricked by this feeling of immortal life that animates my million-year-old brain, I breathe ethereal spirit of this Earth and sing epic poem of philosophers who seek to understand essence of truth, translating mute fear into light of faith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus explains that souls cannot return from the dead to animate new bodies because our consciousness is nothing more than a memory-computing function of the brain.
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