Sun spun, rays woven into breath, given, taken, one and one and one,
waves ridden, sudden, hungry like the beast, whole and unholy, sparkling, fading, baiting,
pulling in the thought.
Thought by writhing thought, sensation of closeness, hollow vast view, textured sound of sky,
Our mortal blink, our prayer for something better, our restructured definition of undefinable things.
Things like peace, fairness, sustenance.
Sun spun, rays sharing enough for all.
What blocks the fluid slide? Something too dense? Something in us? Is it us?
Blinking too long to maintain the view? I cannot see a thing at times.
So a blessing is needed. I long for it so deeply, and choose to create it myself.
A blessing for this summer solstice, from my heart, to the world.
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