Beforetime Of The Soul
Beforetime Of The Soul
© Surazeus
2025 06 01
We build our world through generosity
to express compassion for every life
with machinery of honesty and doubt
through performance of our material minds
which animate bodies of flesh and blood
for we are lilies blooming from the mud.
Motivated by ineloquent grief,
we strive for fluency of psychic spells
to escape tight tunnel of unforgiveness
so we can bloom into our divine selves
by leaping from beforetime of the soul
to eat citrus fruit of divinity.
Tricked to believe God is River of Time
by how atoms swirl loose in constant change,
I create new planet from orange of hope
where every person breathing in one world
has equal opportunity to live
so they fulfill potential of their being.
Wedged too tight between the hill and the cloud,
I writhe with agony of fierce belief
that I am born with inalienable right
to live as I will through dream liberty
as long as I cause no destructive harm
when I play chess with Death till end of time.
Pinned to whirling disk of Eternal Now
by frantic fact of material form,
I tend lush garden of trees bearing fruit
and sing sweet wordless melody of faith
because we share resources of this world
though tyrants fight over who defines truth.
To reassemble fractured dream of faith,
which still programs how we perform our roles
as citizens of this world-straddling state,
I climb frail telephone pole of desire
somewhere in the waste land of yesterday
to connect broken wire of the world brain.
When I was alone in dream of this world
I kept walking forward on signless road
to find the paradise of anywhere
till I found the stranger I love forever
who lived on the other side of the world,
so now we stay together in our Heaven.
While we sit in the outdoor theater
watching romance of Romeo and Juliet,
rain cracks electric mirror of the sky
so we run away from that tragic fate
and live our own romance in paradise
that we create from shattered memories.
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Orpheus and Ophelia perform roles of Romeo and Cinderella who fall in love and elope from Boston to start a new life in San Francisco where they wear flowers in their hair.
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