God Mind In My Brain
© Surazeus
2026 10 23

When darkness of my heart breathes stellar lust,
I dare collude with psychic force of hope
to fight against oppressors of the mind
who try to poison fruit from Tree of Life,
but I know apples sweeten in the dark,
which tames the serpent of my heart with love.

When beauty writhes from fractured egg of light,
I gaze through trees to see soul of mankind
that shimmers deep inside our pulsing hearts
till beams of passion radiate from our brains
so we become wild angels in fruit trees,
immortal genes that coil from ocean waves.

I visit every temple in the world,
built long ago by reverent hands of faith,
and stand in darkness of their ruined truth
to feel brave spirit of humanity
that hides in terror inside sunless halls
from writhing serpent of our hungry hearts.

Waist-deep in green pool of the mountain stream,
among enormous stones of jumbled thoughts,
I bathe in tears of devils who perceive
how darkness nurtures light of human hearts
to cleanse my body of selfish disease
so I may transform into swirls of light.

The common belief, that the human soul
beams down to animate our mortal flesh,
then remains whole with conscious sense of self
after our bodies crumble into dust,
has been the greatest falsehood of all time
that still deceives most people with vain hope.

How comforting to believe that our soul
could exist intact before we are born
and might still remain long after we die,
because few conscious beings alive on Earth
are willing to accept with aching heart
that we are transient flames of flashing light.

Because whole mental program of my brain
has been designed by each subsequent life
of my ancestors struggling to survive
as they evolve four hundred million years,
my sense of conscious self glows fiercely bright
so I feel divine God Mind in my brain.

Tricked by this feeling of immortal life
that animates my million-year-old brain,
I breathe ethereal spirit of this Earth
and sing epic poem of philosophers
who seek to understand essence of truth,
translating mute fear into light of faith.

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Orpheus explains that souls cannot return from the dead to animate new bodies because our consciousness is nothing more than a memory-computing function of the brain.

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