Yellow Fruit Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 11 04

If I could vote for wild girl in gold clouds
who flies where she wants on electric wings,
I would photograph moments of her life
with obsolete system of ardent play
to record memories of vanished days
in three-dimensional world of dream words.

When I assemble genuine collage
presenting history of the human race
in endless tapestries of faceless gods,
I curate ephemeral ghosts of time
designed as masks my future self may wear
to educate the dead with moral laws.

Though gangs of angry men with guns of hate
attack libraries filled with truthful tales
in vain attempt to erase history
that presents crimes their ancestors commit,
brave heroes of our long-forgotten myths
still shimmer in weird texts of holy books.

Dark fabric of our granulated hills
preserves attentive anguish of our hearts
where Rama wanders in forgotten past,
detached from passion of our hungry flesh,
and stretches arms to channel beams of light
that connect stars to center of the Earth.

I swim across flowing river of hope
to follow heart-thief I ever adore
who leaves me dripping on the river shore,
but then returns with yellow fruit of faith
that fills our bodies with light of the sun
as we perform slow yoga dance with breath.

Mira gives her heart to Rama alone
who hides seed of truth in rain-polished stone
because true love must be buried in soil
for trust to flourish in lush tree of fruit
though wind blows bird of her heart in the sky
each time she returns to nest in his heart.

Transfiguration of her aching heart
renews her body formed from swirls of rain
so Mira kisses Rama on the mouth
as he surrenders to her gift of light
that frees their spirits from limits of flesh
as they become every creature on Earth.

Defiant passion of their privacies
in quiet wildness of mutual respect
expands clear scope of knowledge they access
each time they dance together in wet grass
to write their love song on heart of the Earth,
bodies nourished by yellow fruit of faith.

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Orpheus and Ophelia visit their friends Rama and Mira in mango forest to celebrate sacred holiday of the pregnant moon.

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