Holy Breath Of Ecstasy
© Surazeus
2025 09 02

If no one calls me on the telephone
I will open every door in the world
to find the holy breath of ecstasy
which lame social rules require I inhale
in order to transcend bounds of the body
because I keep waking up still alive.

I jump into the deep lake of your heart
to float with turtles of intense brain-flight
where shadows wend beneath mask of the Earth
which I forge into universal key
I twist to open locked door of contempt
jammed with slanting rays of assertive light.

I learn to walk upright in ocean waves
so I can stand tall as fierce vertebrate
and reach my arms to touch the argent thought
in bold attempt to bridge the gulf of fear
so I can name my children at their birth
whose brains are programmed with dreams of the Earth.

The world that spins in chaos of the void
invites my soul to meditate with faith
on pulsing hill of ardent errantry
at vibrant still point of the multiverse
so sacred crows of psychic loyalty
burst from my breast with arrogant respect.

Because the glass sky seems to know my name
I pause at intersection of two roads
where divine mind of the universe glows
filtered through interstice of dreaming brains
flushed with determined passion for the light
that beams without concern I know its Why.

By moving with mad maintenance of mirth,
supported by strange answers no one buys,
I feel my brain unwind eternal tales
that pollenate your yet-born brains with love
unworded by theology of fact
according to analysis gods steal.

Surprised that everyone she once adored
plots to kill her so they can maintain power,
the lonely goddess on edge of the cliff
weeps in despair at uselessness of love,
they leaps into boundless abyss of faith
so wings of hope sprout from her wounded heart.

Shocked at unfolding of percipience
that expands wide enough to catch the wind,
she flies above the endless maze of myths
till she finds me in Garden of Delights
so she gives me glass book of timeless truth
as we eat under the pear tree and laugh.

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Orpheus teaches how to breathe the holy breath of ecstasy in class on meditation at the Zarathian Institute of Insanity.

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