Quick-Winged Sparrow
© Surazeus
2026 03 28

Quick-winged sparrow of the human soul,
seen to flit safe from tempest of cold wind
in fire-warm hall of power where world leaders
feast on bones of workers in factories,
lands on head of the self-crowned king of greed
and prophesies that the proud always fall.

Our transient human soul, lodged in our flesh
of warm protection from cruel mindless death,
comes from no far mysterious realm of light
on time-transcendent wings of divine love,
for conscious glow radiates from spongy brain
as glow of self-aware acuity.

What seems to wise philosophers to be
mysterious origin in distant stars
of our bright consciousness we call our soul,
which animates our body till we die,
is local to enclosed sphere of our skull,
for primal flame of self glows from our brain.

Our brain provides foundation for the soul
to bloom from seed of hope as tree of thought,
nurtured by tears of sorrow our hearts bleed
with nourishment of harsh experience
so we learn consequence of every cause
which we encode in proverbs of insight.

No matter role each person of this world
is doomed by play by choices of our fate,
each individual brain conjures its soul
from flash of memories in neural net
that programs we how we perform our one part
in crowded theater of social power.

Some men attain heights of authority
through scenes of chaos from hostile desire
by organizing variant plans that clash
with project of inclusive compromise
to balance opposing forces of hope
so everyone wins game of give and take.

Other men grasp at elusive mirage
of power over minds of other men
by smashing strict conventions of respect
through harsh assertion of their fragile will
in frantic gestures of helpless despair
hidden behind mask of feeble dominance.

Quick-winged sparrow of my transient soul,
that flits with urgent message of world change,
traverses spiraling maze of dream keys
to guide my quest of self-empowerment
so I achieve modest success of faith
composing epic of enlightenment.

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Orpheus gazes with admiring love at the sparrow that lands on his hand as he strums lyre of Mercury and sings at the feast where King Midas falls from power.

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