Suryan

The sun was liquid gold in my eyes
A brilliant white coin fringed with a thin gold ring.
And it divided darkness into rays of black shot with white gold brilliance straight as a bolt of bountiful arrows, equal and unwavering.

The sky looked like the sea. Dancing wispy waves of floating clouds.

The sky looked like  infinity made interesting by myriad sunbrushed strokes of color.

The sky looked like the gateway to Utopia The promised land the land of milk and honey.

The brilliance was quiet and still as if for us to worship.
As if a portrait was held up to our gaze. With divine purpose.

Adore, adore, adore...  wonder at my brilliance.
I know not that I glow.
Be my magnificence, my majestic sentience.
Make my incandescence the light that blazes the darkness of your mind to shreds.

However many gods you create, image and worship, none will give you light like I do till my  last day, till my ball of fiery flamboyance, this immense fireplace and hearth of your life is used up...dumb white cinders of End days.

I bowed my head instinctively. O my Eternal life giver, well wisher, benefactor, friend... My heart filling with intuitive reverence.
my mind and soul sparked, illuminated by your radiance .

"Om java kusuma sankyasan
Kashyapeyan maha dyuting
Dhantaaring sarva papagnan
Pranatashmi divakaran..."

To Suryan the sun god:

Om
Crimson blossoming hibiscus
Son of sage Kashyapa great giver of radiance
Destroyer of evil
I touch thy feet with my reverence.

Of course I'm an indifferent translator of this age old sanskrit shloka...but  I felt it's power today..in the sun's magnetic gold caress....my apologies for the imperfections.

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