Shining Mountains Of Light
Shining Mountains Of Light
© Surazeus
2026 03 09
The purple columbine of my aching heart
blooms beside rocky mountain valley spring
that sings with ancient voice of wordless joy
while washing all my sorrows to the sea,
so I almost believe that I can fly,
but I breathe spirit of the sky instead.
Attentive wisdom of snow, crusted white
with timeless beauty of starlight, displays
faceless beauty of our immortal soul
all humans share, molded by suffering
from passion into social mask we wear,
which almost mirrors divine mind of light.
Exhausting though the climb may be, rough path
of glacier-fractured stones winding sideways
in rolling basin of the mountain vale,
I breathe patient endurance of orange clouds
with persistence of pioneers, that fuels
progressive quest of my immortal genes.
Far from people-crowded streets of commerce
that wind through cement canyons of ambition,
I stand tall in rugged meadow of flowers
among the vast Shining Mountains of Light,
and watch with awe how dawn rays of the sun
luminate Tava Kaavi, Mountain of the Sun.
Gazing east far over mountains and seas,
I strain to see around curve of the Earth
Mount Olympus where All-Father was born
who strode on rugged clouds of broken stones
to fill his heart with courage of the wind
in fight against cruel Titans to live free.
Bright apparition of some great world savior,
robed in white, hair blowing in divine wind,
appears on white horse with gold horn of power
and shining wings of star authority,
so I wonder what god my eyes perceive,
Zeus, Brahma, Jesus, Odin, or Shangdi.
Perhaps one man descended from them all,
combining their divine souls in one mind,
may appear from turmoil of history
and unite warring nations of the Earth
with open hands of generosity
that rule justice and liberty for all.
This fantasy of one wise global ruler
inspires nationalist pride of every tribe
who believe their own god will rule the Earth,
but I know they are all but mortal men
who fight each other over dirt and rain,
so I walk with the person I love most.
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings epic tale about each great tribal god of human history who lived and died in ancient mists of time.
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