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Spring in the Desert
The first kisses of the sun....
The sun is an enemy, a foil, a teacher. He gives more than we can ever handle, dries puddles, fosters fire. the lord of the drought and the wildfire. He is merciless.
The sun is also a font of life. All energy has it's primal source in his nuclear power. He gives too much, the light that feeds us all also dries the water from our skin. He is generous. When we band together against him he teaches us generosity. He is the father of all life.
The light, heat and the crackling burn of ultraviolet rays on my skin blend into one golden thing - that washes over my skin, soothing. It envelops my body, erases my boundaries - calls forth an answering fire within me.
The first kisses of the Sun. Burning me, taking me, healing me.
The sun is an enemy, a foil, a teacher. He gives more than we can ever handle, dries puddles, fosters fire. the lord of the drought and the wildfire. He is merciless.
The sun is also a font of life. All energy has it's primal source in his nuclear power. He gives too much, the light that feeds us all also dries the water from our skin. He is generous. When we band together against him he teaches us generosity. He is the father of all life.
The light, heat and the crackling burn of ultraviolet rays on my skin blend into one golden thing - that washes over my skin, soothing. It envelops my body, erases my boundaries - calls forth an answering fire within me.
The first kisses of the Sun. Burning me, taking me, healing me.