Wisdom Of World-Wondering
© Surazeus
2025 09 04

Cold wind from off the sea tells me the truth
that hides in swirling mist of nothing new.
Uncanny cry of Moon Crow in the pine
startles me while I drink electric wine.
I will not know when I vanish in death
but till then I will only love the true.

Mask of my face shimmers bright as the sun
when I contemplate beauty of the weird.
Yet beauty dazzles me with holy angst
when I brood about God in mindless trance.
My view of God is ideal character
toward which I strive till my reward is won.

If I become human brooding on God
I might rein fierce desire to rule the world.
My heart is dazzled by soul of the sky
who teaches me to analyze the Why.
I love the pensive Goddess by the pool
who shows me how to sing my sacred thought.

The long signless road from Heaven to Hell
is terrible for mortal men to walk.
Though weird code alters dreamworld of my brain
I breathe in trance to transcend mental pain.
God is bright mirror programmed by love spell
refracting virtual vision through my talk.

Flung down to Earth on wings of suffering,
I grasp at flash of light in storm-tossed tree.
I rein excessive passion of my soul
to bind puzzles in game of self-control.
My bones bleed wisdom of world-wondering
with urgent need to steal fruit from the tree.

Fate sparks my brain to wake from dreamless gloom
so I rise up to touch the touchless sky.
Fear motivates my project to explore
strange world of shadowed light beyond the door.
Pressed firm against the solid ground of try,
I measure vastness of the unwalled room.

Faith drives my feet to climb the winding stair
so I float far above the changeless globe.
Step by step of motion fueled by desire,
I climb attentive mountain with my lyre.
I sing in chorus of the counter-turn
to stand idol-still on the errant slope.

My heart is dazzled by eternity
of pure unmeasured time constrained by light.
My body casts long shadow on the Earth
that weaves my spirit for the game of worth.
Touched by the woman with ten thousand eyes,
I figure out strange puzzle of the Why.

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Orpheus lies laughing on the signless road after finding the secret of the holy book that preserves riddles about wisdom of world-wondering.

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