Silver Swan Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 04 16

Dark similitude of her image glows
as seraph hovering over me with wings
of ancient wisdom mirrored by the moon
when she appears as silver swan of truth
that sprinkles snow of beauty on my head
so I imagine I am Socrates.

Her timeless eyes that gleam with countless stars
unveil bright nothingness in everything
yet flash through flowing waves of molecules
in sweet harmonious music of the spheres
which oscillate between opposing poles
to weave our souls in matrix of God Mind.

Inspired by Tree of Knowledge by the lake
that dances in soft breeze one hundred years,
I stand as second shadow to her soul
just as the wise seer Theodore foretold
who shows me how to see with dreamless eyes
Realm of Ideas beyond the visible.

With mind untrammeled by religious creeds
I outfly nets of mutability
based on dream map that Theodore designed
by navigating shadows of this world
that bind my soul to limits of my body
though my brain explores weird infinity.

I hitchhike far across the Evening Land
with lyre of Mercury in my left hand,
and on my journey beyond truth I knew
I find out what I am in my world view,
because we blaze in preternatural light
till we all vanish in mute dreamless night.

Since I am made of atoms shining bright
with brave attentive force of selfless love,
I am concept of God we humans made
attempting wake wise inside my brain
which gleams as prism in its neural net
refracting God Mind in my transient self.

Eight billion humans living on this Earth
are every one one fragment of One God
for we all spring from one maternal mind,
First Mother who still dreams inside our brains
since she stood startled by the Lake of Stars
and sang clear visions of her loving heart.

Though driven down the signless road of hope
by bleak despair of hunger for weird truth,
I rise from shadow of my single self
to feel First Mother wake inside my mind
so I expand scope of bright consciousness
to sing with joy while knowing I will die.

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Orpheus stands with Theodore Roethke under the oak tree, strumming lyre of Mercury while he recites his verse with Cassandra Voice.

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