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Sun Ascends
Sun Ascends
Sun ascends into breezy
Pillows of feathery love.
The earth breathes deeply
While I float effortlessly
Though sleepiness
And blessings bestowed
By the loving intent
Of my soul.
Summer is eternal
If you allow her to be.
Winter is real
Only if you leave
The door open
To emptiness
And confusion.
It was never the sun
Who ascended
But the ascension
Of my soul
Beyond limited thinking
And beyond self imposed
Barriers of limitation
And lack.
As I give up lack
And accept Light,
I have become
Light
That is eternal.
6.6.25
Copyright ©
Rick Davis
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