Be still, invisible - watch.
It's a Feast day of creation
Giant cauldrons cook up
Light
flooding empty aeons with sight.
Earth suckles with greedy gulps
Dancing cells in verdant green reaching up
Oceans devour light, rising to sky
Nights leave star crumbs behind.
And I, a Light-child, grow luminous wings and soar,
Sitting still circle Cosmos million times or more
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