Halfway through the heat of a hot day,
the sun began to whisper a story into my pours,
Barely audible, the sun's voice broke into the silence
of all sacred thoughts saying,
I became one day,
a boiling thing which
you recognize as a star,
and as a star,
I shone and shine.
My arms reach out
in every direction and now,
happen to be touching you.
I embrace you,
as you are,
and come to kiss you with
my fiery touch.
Please, take me in and
pour me out as
salted water that releases.
I give you life, you see,
and also bring you death-
a gift and a curse.
All that you have perceived me to be
will fade into nothingness and
I will be bright in you no more.
accept your fate as
I must accept mine-
know nothing lasts forever.'
I took the sun into my eyes then, and
let its white burn in them deep until
the spherical flame changed from
light into darkness-
I turned from it so only its black shape remained-
landing on each spot looked upon and
the song line, 'Blinded by the light' rattled off in my brain.
Now, my mind's eye opened and I saw something new-
What at once is seen with light
makes unseen what once shone bright.
Silly catchy phrase yes, but still,
all the contradictions of this Earthly world appeared along with it, and I resisted the urge,
for once in my roaming life, to run-
Instead, I quietly turned, facing the sun once again,
eyes willing wide the far reaching rays,
and focused my vision deep into its core,
until it exploded, and I saw the powerful nothingness within.
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