Poetry

[thatoldfossil]

Meditation for two Suns

Rise.
Breathe in.
There is a moment of twilit dawn, between the rise of one star and the next,
a moment of waiting.
Breath out.

Breathe in.
They say older brother flees and younger brother chases fiery paths across the sky,
and scorch the land below.
Breath out.

Breathe in.
Contained in every grain of sand, each grit, are constellations.
Galaxies to be reborn.

Focus.
They move. They dance. It is life. You are life.
Reach out beyond your senses. Feel. It is.
Hold.

Surrounds all things, fills all things, binds all things.
Life creates it, makes it grow.
Breathe out.

Wait.

Breathe in.
Be not the starry suns and their blinding passion, that burns and burns and dies.
Let them be. Let them go.
Be the space between that holds them, endless sky, stretching ever on and on,
the land can never touch.
Be filled.
Exhale.
And rest.