Godless Sun Of Light
Godless Sun Of Light
© Surazeus
2026 01 12
When I stare out the window of my heart
at vast godless night of eternity,
I wonder how my serpent-powered soul
got trapped in maze of standardized concepts
disguised as idols of eccentric gods
worshipped by humans in multiple forms.
Carving bones of my body into blocks,
I construct city hall with copper dome
where Goddess of Liberty stands on top,
holding Book of Stories and Lamp of Truth,
who shines so brightly with alphabet eyes
that we are blinded by God, Truth, and Right.
When I was the Mother Fish of mankind,
swimming in silent shimmer of the sea,
I remember great God Eye of pure light
that lured me to crawl diamond river bed
to pulsing lake of psychic energy
where I emerged from darkness of desire.
First Mother rises from the lake of dreams
at dawn of time to reach for star-sweet fruit,
swift-running mouse who transforms into cat,
high-leaping cat who transforms into monkey,
tree-swinging monkey who transforms into man,
spell-singing man who transforms into god.
I learn to walk upright in surging tide
while treading water near the sandy shore,
so I rise from lake of dreams at dawn of time
to stretch my arms up to the gleaming sky
where the godless sun of light watches me
explore the world she weaves from molecules.
Because the Many-Faced God of mankind
has no face that my dull eyes can perceive,
I see eternal spirit of the sun
clear in face of every human on Earth
because many variant faces we wear
bloom from perfect face our first mother wore.
While sitting on the beach at dawn of time,
I gaze at face of my mother with love
who smiles at me as bright cloud of the sky
for she watches over me though she dies
as divine soul in godless sun of light
who lives in each new soul we generate.
After I watch body of my dead mother
disintegrate from beauty of her face
to sand that swirls around her smiling skull,
I walk around the Earth ten thousand times
one hundred million years on holy quest
to find her face in godless sun of light.
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Orpheus leads millions of refugees from civil wars to dance on the beach where first mother taught us how to sing words that express the vision of love in our hearts.
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