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