Faith Untangles My Brain
© Surazeus
2025 10 12

I want to know if faith can weave my brain
from frantic memories of swerving atoms
that spool aggressive thoughts of honesty
into vast planet spinning in the void
so children without hands can eat sweet fruit
that never freely falls from Tree of Life.

Two billion people sit in temple halls
and listen to the man in long white robe
describe how light creates the universe
from random thoughts of Faceless Deity
who wanders listlessly on ocean shore
and cries with sorrow for his murdered son.

Bearing Lucifer limp in caring arms,
Jupiter climbs steps up the pyramid
and lays his body on the altar stone
while women in black robes of angel blood
lament cruel crucifixion of the boy
who fought to save people from slavery.

When the movie director cries out, "Cut!"
and gestures that their filming is complete,
the costumed actors cheer and clap their hands,
then, after cleaning and loading equipment,
they drive in thirty vans along the road
that winds around the ancient hill of skulls.

I wonder why faith untangles my brain
from undulating waves of radiant dreams
beamed by eight billion bodies from the Earth
till I become nobody else but me,
conscious of myself alone on this Earth
of every soul who lived since dawn of time.

I stare at my face in mirror of truth
and seen one hundred million years of souls
gazing at me from cosmic soul of God
incarnate in each new-born generation
who springs from immortal soul of our genes,
knowing I will disappear when I die.

When I stand on vast beach of history
and listen to timeless song of sea waves,
I feel wake in my temporary brain
memory of every ancestor I Am
as holy vision that weaves all our souls
through endless flow of personalities.

My mother weaves my body from starlight
in process sparked by key my father dreams
so I transform from fish to wingless angel
who walks this planet spinning in my brain
till I transcend all desire and despair
to become God as I vanish in death.

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Orpheus stands before eight billion Astarians in temples around the world and sings epic tale about how Jesus frees people from slavery in jewelry minds of Hellas.

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