Endless Wind Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 10 02

When I grasp beauty of life in my hand
that pulses with hot blood of eager faith,
I hold it towards you with generous love
to give you artefact of my bruised heart
so I can transfuse passion to your soul
based on unique form of intimacy.

Heart burdened with strange wisdom of the world,
I sleep on treeless plain of humming ghosts
where peacocks strut before idol of Zeus
who reclaims formal tale of victory
through untraditional puzzles of faith
which urges we confront our naked souls.

I kneel beneath the gleaming silver sky,
before the silent rugged mountain range,
and ask God for the purpose of my life,
then wait in meditation for his voice
that whistles in the endless wind of time
swirling dust around my weather-worn face.

Because purpose is the man-made concept
which binds our bodies to the wheel of time
with stress of social fame driving our work
to fulfill great goal of civic success,
I choose to free my body through my mind
from intense pressure to assert my pride.

Leaping to my feet on the windy plain,
I laugh with delight of enlightenment
through lithe ebullience of vast insight
that even God, I think floats in the sky,
has no idea in his cloudy brain
what grand purpose our existence might serve.

When I stand naked on the dusty plain
with honest process to nurture my love,
I sing enchanting vision of my heart
that enacts play of self-regeneration
based on my honest self-examination
to strengthen weakness of my loyal mind.

Nobody knows the way to Wonderland
so we all gather in Stonehenge to sing
hymns of honor to Mother of the Earth
who molds our bodies from soil of her heart
so we feel sweet vibrations of our globe
that spins forever in the void of light.

Through endless iterations of new change
we dance with modern passion of the lost
in vain attempt to calculate the cost
of losing all our social principles
to hungry turtles haunting mental pools
that ripple in the endless wind of time.

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Orpheus directs the choir of angels and devils singing together in Stonehenge under the wild sky that blazes with a thousand sunsets of holy fire.

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