Organic Frames Of Thought
© Surazeus
2026 05 24

If souls of heroes in movies and books
are trapped in stones along the river stone,
then I shall free them from loop of their plot
so they may craft another way to live
because we choose state of our destiny
through actions we perform with our free will.

Trapped in ten thousand years of solitude
defined by mountain wind of hopeless fear,
I stand watch in tall tower of cold stone
with brave intent of courage forged from flame
to guard safe haven where my family dwells
against cruel thieves who would enslave our souls.

Though time unspools our private memories
in random fragments of short puzzling scenes,
imbued with ambience of that special time
now lost from vibrant glowing of the world,
I treasure eerie feeling of that hour
so many years ago when I was young.

Entangled by red thread of destiny
we choose to weave in tapestry of love,
our brave hearts spread angelic wings of love
to fly united through fierce thunderstorms
so we evade dire threats of mortal harm
to overcome blunt obstacles with calm.

Gold light of day glows canopy of trees
that shade wide cement streets of gliding cars
between square buildings of both brick and glass,
for halls and roads are signified with names
that aid my mind to map landscape of hope
in nation spread out sea to shining sea.

Though countless watches bound on wrists and walls
assert harmonious progress of exchange
through economic flow of give and take,
my heart is not well synchronized with game
of wealth accumulation to buy fame,
for I dance out of step with fight for power.

How strange that atoms spiraling in space
from God Eye at core of the universe
form swirling spheres of psychic energy
from which evolve organic frames of thought
who seek to grow in harmony with light
when we project our conscious mind as God.

Each day my temporary mind awakes
from timeless dream of social spectacle,
I feel electric flame pulse in my brain
with stoic patience of the river stone
from which my spirit beams on wings of breath
as bee that pollinates the Tree of Truth.

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Orpheus stacks stones on mountain slope in precarious cairn of transcendental art to mark the trail that pilgrims blaze to find Heaven in their hearts.

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