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Tuesday, November 3, 2026

Projection Of Conscious Souls

Projection Of Conscious Souls
© Surazeus
2026 11 03

While wading knee-deep in cold lake of eyes, 
Phoebus explains with earnest nonchalance 
that God is projection of conscious souls 
who see their spirit mirrored in the world, 
so they mistake shimmer of their own soul 
for supernatural mind that controls all. 

When beam of sunlight breaks through black rain cloud, 
Phoebus stands in bright shaft of holy glow 
and asks God in crystal starship of fate 
to rapture him to Heaven on gold clouds, 
but nothing transports him beyond this world, 
so he turns to us and grins as we laugh. 

Am is the first word mankind ever spoke, 
gazing at face of first mother with love, 
because she hums hymn of attentive care 
while feeding us milk of the spinning world, 
so we stand on the lake shore of our dream 
and chant Om with vibration of respect. 

Rain splatters on leaves of the apple tree 
where Am, first mother of humanity, 
cradles her child, she names Ba, at her breast, 
and teaches him to name each thing they see 
in cunning spell with playful melody 
while she gathers apples, berries, and eggs. 

Ascending small ziggurat ten feet high, 
Phoebus faces people camped on the beach, 
who feast on roast fish and hot apple cider, 
then strums haunting tune on the cow-horn lyre 
and sings hymn to Great Mother of the Sea 
who protects and feeds all lost wanderers. 

Dreams of memories, my ancestors lived 
centuries ago by long river of time 
before my current soul-body was born, 
program how my own brain perceives this world 
based on framework of language they designed 
that controls how I see things perform actions. 

Vision of their successful actions drive 
progress of my quest to become myself, 
authentic replicant of my ancestors 
till I swerve off expected path of duty 
to blaze new trail of my own psychic sense 
when I realize I am Phoebus reborn. 

When Phoebe, daughter of Phoebus, presents 
Cronus as man she loves and wants to marry, 
I feel spark of eternity expand 
from primal cause of passion in my heart 
to sing about harsh struggles of mankind 
as we strive to become God we respect. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus gives me lyre of Mercury that has been played by thousands of poets over ten thousand years so I strum weird melodies and sing about our quest for truth.

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