Mirrored Stillness Of The Soul
© Surazeus
2026 08 26

Despite the mirrored stillness of the soul
that hides essential nature of my heart
in sweet illusion of the mask I wear,
my mind seethes with ambition to transcend
physical limits of body and mind
by weaving my memories in riddle verse.

If bright coherence of the conscious soul
still glows with integrated sense of self
after functions of the body have ceased,
as people are so desperate to believe,
then why are they not all around us now
whispering their dreams in words we can hear?

Just as the frail flame on the candle wick
puffs into delicate curls of mute smoke,
so vibrant pulse of psychic energy
will vanish into nothingness at death
since chemical glow of the dreaming mind
ceases to emanate clear consciousness.

Just as water, shaped by shell of the bowl,
disperses into incoherent swirls
when whole frame is fractured into small shards,
so intact process of the neural net
will scatter into frazzled sparks of unthought,
unable to preserve memories as dreams.

This special feeling of my own uniqueness
that binds chemical energy as me,
conjured by ancestral memories of life
programmed by genes to beam my sense of self,
tricks me to think my conscious mind has lived
before my birth as immortal God Self.

My sense of self is programmed from my genes
by conscious functions of attentive brains
in my ancestors who created life
through each new generation of my being
that has evolved four hundred million years,
so I feel as if I have lived forever.

My brain is but one temporary node
of consciousness awake in me this hour
at this still point of my immortal genes
designed by my ancestors to perceive
process to generate bodies of children
another hundred million years of life.

I am coherent soul combining souls
of all my ancestors in Sense of Self,
so I would like to wake in my descendants,
but they will form their own coherent souls
in bodies animated by brave love
bright in the mirrored stillness of the soul.

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Orpheus looks back over the hundred million years since he was born to map his journey as he has played the lyre for generations of conscious gods.

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