Catching the Sun

 

Where would the sun be
With no where to catch its rays
And spin them into Life
Throbbing in receptive bodies
Responsive to warmth
Conveyed in light too deep in shade
For human eyes to see?

Where would we be
Without a place to call our home
Receptive to influx
Responsive to neighbours
Each gathering harvest to pass on
Through channels unseen?

Where would cosmos be
Without somewhere to call its own
Reflecting in its mind’s eyes
All that comes and goes in flows
Through the natural communion
Of spirit and soul
That expresses its passion
Through bodies seen and felt?

Nowhere and everywhere
Without a womb or heart
To revolve into Life

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