Exploding Eye Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 09 10

Plum periwinkle of her aching heart
contains electric moonlight of the mind
beside the winding path of solitude
that leads her down edge of the world sea
where faceless angels float above the waves
and laugh with joy at beauty of the Earth.

Weird jingle-jangle of the tambourine
rings out across the beach of gratitude
where children of the moon share secret names
as they prance wildly among twisted trees
that reach for crazy sorrow of red clouds
which resonate with voices of the dead.

Startled by curious vision of her eyes,
young woman stops and stares out at the sea
as beat of dreams and cries of anguished hope
fade into background of the sparkling sky
till she sees shadow of the night descend
on wings of flame that split the mirror mind.

She ducks as meteor plunges at the cliff
in flaming streak of terror from the sky,
and screams alarm to people on the beach
that star of wisdom plummets at the Earth
and blooms in bright exploding eye of truth
which realigns conceptual rules of fate.

Clutching sheafs of grain in unsettled shock,
young Shala floats in daze of writhing flames,
then gasps for breath and opens wide her eyes
to see star of heaven smoldering on sand,
so she approaches glowing stone of faith
with cautious curiosity for truth.

Turning to face the meteor-frightened crowd,
Shala declares with voice of certitude
that Hadad, guardian of their fishing tribe,
ascended to the stars on demon wings,
then pried the star of wisdom from cold death
and hurled its precious treasure to the Earth.

Beating hot metal with hammer of hope,
Hadad forges meteor into gold crown
studded with emeralds, rubies, and sapphires,
then places halo of the holy spirit
on head of Shala to illuminate
timeless beauty of her fructuous soul.

Parading through large crowd of worshippers,
Shala reigns on twenty-foot pyramid
so every soul may see her divine state
as she prays for rain to nurture their crops,
then sits at table of the ritual feast
and weeps when she remembers periwinkles.

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Orpheus gathers periwinkles which he grinds into paste, then gives clay bowl with paste to Shala so she can dye her ritual dress with delicate purple shade that reflects the evening sky.

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