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The Ritual of the Setting Sun

I watched the sun going down this evening
leaping over mountains and towns
ascending long rays of light upon still water
sparking lights of infinite glory mesmerized
my thoughts keeping me in perfect harmony. 

I lay motionless on the green grass of hope 
and gazed at the setting sun anchored 
deeply in the thick blue sky 
with the forces of  nature embracing me
 I surrender obediently to its will.
The verdant grass surrounding the pond smiled heartily
at the setting sun as it lingers resiliently 
pouring its radiant light upon my skin.
rays of joy ruptured inwardly and I could feel
a wonderful energy hurdling within
hoisting me higher and higher.

Was it an illusion or was it bonafide?
My body was still on the ground but
I was ignited with the sun and absorbing its heat.
It replenishes me with a magnificent energy
that was immensely comforting and complete.

The sun twirl around in the passionate sky
Revealing different shades of blue, indigo,
Navy, and royal blue, mixed with shades of
Sappier blue bundled with peacock blue.
I could feel the gentle touch of the baby blue
And powdered blue filtering around me.

Heaven helps the magnificent indigo sky enthralled 
With all its mysterious awe, entwined in the eyes of the beholder. 
Infinite abundance thunders beneath me 
elevating me to a prestigious acclaim. 

The sun shines brightly then slowly fades away 
and buried itself under the royal blue clouds 
Then finally rest peacefully on top of the mountains.
A sudden peace subdued me
and a strong energy flowed through me.

I got up and walked towards the pond
and watched the youths having fun
they were standing on my sacred rocks 
casting their fishing rod in the water
while chatting and having fun.
Who knows the ritual of the setting sun?

                                                              ©2015 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips


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