God Walks Through My Soul
© Surazeus
2025 05 31

When God walks through my soul with burning wings
I rise up from dark webbing of the sea
to crawl along bright river of fierce hope,
and climb up sprawling tree to grasp ripe fruit,
then feast on beauty of the sun and rain
so I can sing of how I love this Earth.

If God walks through my soul with flashing dreams
recording memories of ancestral brains,
I sprout from matrix of the mountain cave
that molds my body from soil of the Earth
so I emerge from darkness of my heart
woven from roots of trees that feed my flesh.

Since God walks through my soul with whirling wings
of wild transcendent anguish to soar high,
I breathe ethereal spirit of respect
when I look back on road of life I blazed
to see my face reflected in the pool
till I hear Echo call my secret name.

Till God walks through my soul with gleaming eyes
I dive deep in dark abyss of my dreams
where my god-soul is darkness of the Earth
composed of atoms swerving in the void
that flare forth from first flash of the big bang
to weave weird neural network of my brain.

World God walks through my soul with weaving light
that flares in flames of heart-surrounding walls
containing stories of humanity
in one expansive sphere of vibrant minds
who dance in circle of tall monoliths
where vision screens portray our psychic myths.

Tree God walks through my soul with blooming fruit
that draws nutritious energy of faith
from teeming darkness of the Underworld
where ghosts of every soul who ever lived,
sucked by hungry roots, fatten me with love
when I consume fruits of Earth Energy.

Your God walks through my soul with chanting spells
that program how my brain perceives the world
from holy scripture of prophetic code
presenting Mother Madonna with Child
who dwell safe in lush monastery garden
where roots of trees drink blood of fallen angels.

Star God walks through my soul with humming words
that pull my darkness from vortex of truth
to spiral far across the universe
as sperm that fertilizes egg of hope
which generates this body of my soul
so I burn with song till I become dust.

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