While Talking To My Mother
© Surazeus
2026 10 13

While talking to my mother about truth,
I reach hand to pluck fruit from Tree of Life
when gold-eyed serpent with four rainbow wings
tricks me to believe that Star Man in the Cloud
will punish me if I eat fruit of knowledge
so I eat it with heart-poisoning guilt.

While talking to my mother about trust,
she tells me she met my father for tryst
in Tree of Knowledge by the demon pool
so I run through bright flowers in the field
to escape the man in the wolf-fur cloak
who begs me to play bride at his cave hearth.

While talking to my mother about hope,
I struggle gasping to climb mountain slope,
then stand on moon-high peak of howling wind
to survey world of rivers between hills
that spins through ocean of electric stars
which swirl around me as cupids on wings.

While talking to my mother about faith,
I perceive vision of immortal wraith
that rises from her transient frame of flesh
as ancient goddess with ten million eyes
who teaches me to generate new life
from ambitious passion of the Wolf Man.

While talking to my mother about love,
I learn from her how to mold wheat in loaf
which I bake in hot oven of my heart
till I give birth to bread with blinking eyes
who smiles when I hum hymn of holy breath
that fills his body with spirit of life.

While talking to my mother about fear,
I watch my son construct and wield sharp spear
from stick and stone he hones with honest courage,
then wear fur cape to hunt monsters of rage
which he kills with attentive strike of power
when lightning strikes bright as the yarrow flower.

While talking to my mother about fate,
I choose to open wide the city gate
so refugees from wars for fertile land,
fought fiercely between gods on ziggurats,
name me Zilpa with the Generous Hand
when I host feast in Temple of the Wolf.

While talking to my mother about death,
I listen to her pray with her last breath
that I might understand essence of life
which I mold in bodies as mother-wife
and raise my sons, Gad and Asher, to rule
empire of wisdom with the sacred tool.

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Orpheus asks Zilpa to marry him so she runs away with him from the old man who already has two wives and concubines so she can live free in the Promised Land.

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