Our Inner God Soul
© Surazeus
2025 06 07

Dim light of evening after thunderstorm
glows on white page of the blank journal book
that mirrors visions of my dreaming brain
as I trace contours of my mind landscape
to map the virtual world my dreams design
based on memories my ancestors lived.

I hear their voices whisper in the wind
that wanders in broad river vales of hope
to find conceptual Wonderland of Faith
that exists only in old story books
where ghosts of my ancestors replay roles
of their failure and success in this world.

Each individual conscious human soul,
whose genes weave neural network of my brain,
struggled against obstacles of despair,
overcoming confusion long enough
to meet their soul mate on rough road of life
and generate new life before they die.

I describe in plain terms our quest to live
each day we wake in light of energy
that powers our hearts with passion to live
evading death with laughter in our songs
fueled by pleasure of selfless love we share
in tales that teach our children how to thrive.

We code success in joy of comedy
and failure in horror of tragedy
to formulate flow of cause and effect
defining consequence of acts performed
which form foundation of morality
preserved in religious myths of our gods.

Our gods we worship with reverent awe
embody actions that create the good,
presenting ideal personality
that we should emulate in how we live
to transcend animal nature we portray
as we cultivate our inner god soul.

Though gold sunlight fades behind rain-wet trees
I see eternal beauty of this Earth
gleam through essence of organic beings
who all evolve from one First Mother Soul
whose timeless song of love glows in each cell
that preserves immortal soul of our genes.

Immortal energy of atoms glows
in raindrops hanging from leaves of lush trees,
so I open my mouth with thirst for truth
to taste divine soul of our universe,
then sing ache of my temporary mind
in these spells you sing long after I die.

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Orpheus sits at the window of his powerless house and ponders the meaning life after a tree, blown over in a thunderstorm, knocks down a powerline.

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