Brimming over with pure joy, spewing liquid gold, the sun transforms its energy and glows.
In our rawness, oh, we only see it as fire, blasting waves of bright power. Gathered around its warmth we live and grow and pray and surrender.
We cherish its radiance; we dance and sing always attuned somehow to it. I say somehow for we are cursed and blessed with a weak memory.
The sun is our time, a flambeau hi-fi and it is brimming over with pure joy, spewing liquid gold, the sun transforms its energy and glows.
Inspired by a BBC news report – Sun’s surface seen in remarkable new detail
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- Agnes Obel and The Narrative
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- Interviewing A Busy Ant
And alongside transforms us too…in it's positive shining light! 🙂 🙂
Yes and then we also glow! 😀
Cheers my friend!
Very nice 👌
Thank you so very much! 🙂
Surya Devaya Namah! 😀
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