Holy Water Of The Earth
© Surazeus
2026 05 04

If the sky speaks to me with tongues of snow
to explain why awestruck trees imitate
swan-winged Seraphim with ten thousand eyes,
I will assert through subatomic thought
compassion for every organic soul
that strives to transcend terror of pure light.

Essential quality of being alive
spurs calm obsession of my hungry heart
to seek salvation from fountain of light
that sparkles holy water of the Earth
which fills my body of delicate flesh
with rapture of cool wisdom time reveals.

My face in time-ensilvered mask of fate
reveals expressive lust to procreate
immortal soul of genes in mortal form
that replicates conceptual personhood
who likes to bake apple cinnamon muffins
which fill my heart with beauty of the world.

So when I need to understand the world
I ask the Oracle of Delphi why
I am conscious of my one self alone
of every conscious creature who has lived
on every planet in the universe,
but she just gives me root beer shake to drink.

Thus at sunset before the seventh day
I enter tabernacle tent of faith
to roast lamb on altar of sacrifice,
then feed world-wanderers with humble hearts
who gather mushrooms in the morning mist
to write their secret names in time-blown sand.

Dipping my hand in gold-silt water stream,
I savor sensuous flow of casual time
with eagerness to measure how change occurs
when seeds expand from confines of mute words
to stretch angelic wings of flashing leaves
then drop sweet fruit of faith in open hands.

Fabulous beauty of light rays on water
shocks my heart with illiterate respect,
expensive thoughts confined by sentences
ghosts buy from mermaids with transparent eyes,
so I become vast emptiness of all
when I drink holy water of the Earth.

All things in Nature grow without intent,
transforming from potential seed of thought
to full-shaped body blooming rich with hope
of hungry passion to compose the mind
that conjures image of essential being,
so I free Sibyl from her cage of fear.

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Orpheus and Sibyl celebrate their wedding anniversary by bringing a lamb to the tabernacle where Aaron roasts it so they feast with their children and family.

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