By Rene Treece/Luxe House
I am a student of the Sun
Absolutely, truly, totally.
Welcome, rays, we welcome you…
Eight minutes ago you suddenly were, and millions of miles later you are, you arrive…
Having travelled through dark galaxies, the echoless, cold cosmos
Tell us, what messages do you carry from angels of space, birds of sky?
Shine through, greet us with this perfect kiss…
Dabbled through leaves of trees, illuminating vast deserts of glittering sand, sparkling upon Mother Water in dance with the Lord of Wind
A warm kiss that stirs us so—sleeping mice and resting lizards, sweating farmers and mating lovers, tender sprouts, infinite particles rising up to meet you…
Eternal embrace, nourishing and educating each and every body and soul with bright tales of timeless exploration, infinite iterations…
How, Sun, might I thank you today?