Sun Cycles

Silence unfolds its secrets,
Like roses greeting the morning sun,

Glowing gems of realization
Gently bursting
Within the confines of my infinity

Nuggets of unforeseen knowledge
Ricochet within the shell

Liquefying the coagulated energy
That hovers like cold bees

Reanimating what was
Preparing the hibernation of death

Weaving the nest,
Spinning Hope's Cocoon

And awaiting that point in time
When reemergence
Defeats the stillness

And awareness once more,
Struts across the stage,

With all the pomp and circumstance,
Reiterated in the endless chain
Of stories, tales and myths

That carve the totem tree
This new monkey is climbing,

Maybe it too, will pluck the ripest fruit
From the highest branch
In one glorious moment --

And perhaps there will be witnesses
And new tales will be told…
New cocoons spun…

And new sounds will emerge
From the petals of Sun Roses

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Sun Cycles