Pool Of Her Luminous Heart
Pool Of Her Luminous Heart
© Surazeus
2026 10 01
While angels and devils fight in the sky
as lightning flashes in swirling black clouds,
I wander along crumbling asphalt road
far out in the desolate countryside
to the abandoned mansion of gray wood
where faceless ghosts float in one thousand rooms.
Before rotten stump of the ancient tree,
that once sheltered children with joyful eyes
who played games on long summer afternoons,
I kneel and touch small sprout of tender leaves
that struggles to grow from its legacy
and bloom with apple rubies of true faith.
When I touch roots with anguish of regret,
that radiates from despair of wounded hearts
since people I love were slaughtered in war,
passionate beam of psychic energy
spirals through expanding scope of consciousness
which manifests in tree of global faith.
Celestial goddess robed in tattered pain
vibrates with spark of cosmic synergy
that spirals from pool of her luminous heart
so she creates our spinning world of souls
to pulse in ocean of atomic waves,
then sings while drenched in golden seeds of faith.
Emerging from weird visions at gray dawn,
I ponder meaning of that vague word, Faith,
which weak men, trapped by duty to succeed,
wield as weapon of spiritual control,
so I gaze at old crumbling house of hope
that creaks in wind of innocent desire.
How fiercely I longed to escape this house
and live with passion in city of lights,
but vampires cloaked in dapper suits of wealth,
instead of humble knights with crafting tools,
became obsessed with beauty of my face
and sucked bright spirit of my naive heart.
Instead of Penelope waiting at home
for Odysseus to return to warm hearth,
I am Medusa searching for true love,
for I have left behind gods turned to stone
as tragic lessons no one cares to learn,
yet hope to find Perseus waiting for me.
Wrapping her long tangled hair in firm bun,
Mary unlocks door of her family home,
cleans every room with broom and mop of faith,
then sits in leather armchair by the hearth
to sip hot chocolate and watch snowflakes
flash in timeless light of the gold Full Moon.
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Orpheus wanders toward the old mansion shining gold in the dark snowy night till he shivers and tumbles on wingless sorrow to float in arms of the old woman who knows.
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