Temple Of One Mother World
© Surazeus
2026 01 03

I stand inside the stillness of your heart
to feel translucent beauty of the world
illuminate the countless conscious souls
who swirl around in hurricanes of dreams
that cycle through transforming states of being
till gods of nations dissipate to faith.

As fading afterthought of social change,
I am no more than memory of dawn light
that traces path of hope in maze of streets
to faintly grow in shell of hopeful home
that scatters into butterflies of time
who seek the garden though it vanishes.

I leap outside the stillness of my heart
to spread wide clumsy wings of loyal faith,
though social forces toss my fragile soul
in random swirls of frantic energy
beyond all symbols of forgotten myths
till I become stone idol of your god.

Though Fortune knocks at door of bitter faith
to share new formulas for mental strength
that help me manage winds of social change,
I bend adjusted rays of solitude
that slant through vast cathedrals of fake truth
to find our light in darkness of despair.

I flail beyond the stillness of my heart,
yet grasp at yearning for security
to balance oscillation between truths
through endless spirals of returning lies
revealing hidden secrets I assert
which fuel my frantic flight of fortitude.

Absolved of guilt that twists my hopeful heart
from calm neglect maintaining old world view
that guided global play of give and take,
I scatter puzzling secrets in wild wind
depicting each mistake I made from pride
till all my fragments constitute weird rain.

I twirl back to the stillness of my heart
to dance with Dionysian grace of trust
that I have strength to grow from solid facts
as radiant ghost presenting honest spells
designed to weave new world view for mankind
that integrates religions in one truth.

My face that gleams in mirror of world mind
contains the face of every human being
who wakes from solitude of mangled faith
to weave our spirits in new global soul
enshrined in Temple of One Mother World
so we stand in the stillness of her heart.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury on stage in the Temple of One Mother World where billions of people gather to pray for peace as greedy kings fight each other over whose god till be worshipped by mankind.

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