the sun
gently
cuts through
my being;
a warm knife
slicing butter -
melting
in complete surrender,
because
it is its nature
to melt
to surrender
to radiate
to fill
to be
with a golden hue
inside-out;
all that is darkness
sees light.
gently
cuts through
my being;
a warm knife
slicing butter -
melting
in complete surrender,
because
it is its nature
to melt
to surrender
to radiate
to fill
to be
with a golden hue
inside-out;
all that is darkness
sees light.
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