Tune Of The Global Core
© Surazeus
2026 06 24

Though I have never gone to Innisfree,
nor climbed the misty slopes of Helicon,
yet I sense water lapping on the shore
where I hear songs of Muses in fruit groves
that lure me from gray streets of crowded cities
loud with ancient tune of the global core.

Though I have never stood with crystal eye
in grand hall of pedantic Babylon,
nor chatted with the freckled fisherman
who wanders in gray Connemara clothes,
yet I have stood by fountain of Neptune
and sung about the Well Witch Melusine.

Though I have never sailed the seven seas
nor climbed the Himalayas with brave faith,
yet I have hitchhiked sea to shining sea
and played guitar to shing hymn of the wraith,
determined to transcend my mundane life
in quest to wake soul of my deathless genes.

Though I have never trudged hot caves of Hell
nor pranced gold streets of Heaven with my love,
yet I have mapped whole history of the world
to chronicle how empires rise and fall,
since reign of my ancestors wearing crowns
vanished in the turmoil of brutal wars.

Though I cannot foresee my life-end fate
nor know how fame will treat my humble name,
yet I will govern my life with my will
when I seek from wise Calliope skill
to chant my epic of philosophers
depicting quests of men to know the truth.

Though I have not suffered travail in life
as much as my ancestor, James the Scot,
or been imprisoned in white tower hall,
yet like him I have seen face of the Muse
glow bright with wisdom of celestial soul
that gleams with passion in her secret eyes.

Though I have never heard bright angels sing
nor fought with devils to control my lust,
yet I have heard tune of the global core
vibrate in every human I have met,
for we are children of Great Mother Earth
who weaves our bodies from light of the sea.

Though I have never fallen from the sky
on waxed wings of feathers my father built,
yet I have soared on silver airplane wings
around slopes of Mount Takoma at dawn,
and seen our ancient world is beautiful,
round as the pear that blooms from Tree of Life.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings enchanting love song when James Stewart sees Joan Beaufort strolling by the pond in the garden of pear trees.

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