Zen Flash Of God-Eyes
Zen Flash Of God-Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 07 20
Neglected horror of our fractured world
conceals strange beauty of the human heart
with legendary myths of noble gods
who play with loyal men in games of chess
till they realize gods they worship are fake,
no more than mortal men wearing gold masks.
Vast wilderness of roundness sprawls awake
inside glass jar of honest arrogance,
corrupt with greed for loyal followers
who praise the brave influencer of truth
with glowing accolades for noble deeds
attacking hostile keepers of the gate.
Thick mist of sorrow shrouds stone streets of faith
where marble temple stands three thousand years
as haven for lost homeless travelers
to seek deep wisdom on blank walls of fate,
grand hall long empty but for wind and rain
that nurture trees where ancient gods once ruled.
Entranced by silver essence of the lake,
I seek bright Zen of vacant nothingness
within the seething network of my brain
to free my heart from taut bonds of desire
that bind wings of my soul with hungry hope
to understand true nature of the world.
Immortal wisdom of my mortal being,
programmed by gene-god of my dreaming brain,
tricks me to seek salvation of the heart
in temple floating on high glowing clouds
where angel-ghosts of people I once knew
play harps forever in harmonious peace.
Quiet manifestation of great truth
appears in flash of light before my eyes
so I draw power down from swirling clouds
to writhe in tangled verse of sentences
that map our journey to the Promised Land
among ten thousand peaks of glowing eyes.
Zen flash of god-eyes in my aching heart
still urges me to follow signless trails
through endless hills composed of angel skulls
where I rest weary body of my soul
in tholos veiled by swirls of apple blooms
to meditate on how clear water flows.
Ethereal calm of timeless mountain vale
inspires my heart with weird sublimity
while I sip apple cider brewed at dawn
to meditate on nothingness of life
the swells my true self huge as thunder clouds
so I will dissipate in swirls of rain.
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Orpheus meditates in tholos temple in Delphi for ten thousand years, contemplating fate as numberless great empires rise and fall in waves of greed.
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