A morning sun slowly emerges headfirst from the ocean of its birth
It grows brighter with the thirst to be the brightest burst of light on this earth
At its zenith it provides heat and warmth trying to maintain its power and its wealth
Strangely distance yet close, a paradoxic duality which sustains life to many and itself
But as the day unwinds the sun sets bending down to kiss the water to which it will succumb
A daily reminder that we must all go back to the ocean that we came from
A contest entry
- Empty Vessel by Heart Sutra.
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Comments
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I like the word "zenith" and the title is beautiful.
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lovely write....
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beautiful & inspiring
xoxo,
lys
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