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  • The burning glow of the sunset spoke to me...the message was so clear. 'If you can see me it means you made it.' I knew, by how the glow touched a place I couldn't reach, that the divine did indeed come and dance with us here on this human level, spilling into the streets, causing glow gazers a waking dream state. Radiance and freedom saturates this summer evening, parading the perfection of light and healing, enchanting each witness open to 'knowing' for a close and quite deep embrace. I love that the otherworldly rays don't hug like humans...they beam through thoughts and rationale and gently press on what's not open. I know this light is from somewhere else because my scars are barely traceable and I feel alive. In the world of radiance wholeness is entirety...there is no separation to limit ecstasy to physical touch or sexuality, there is no measure...perhaps because in our world time suggests the sunset equates only to a luminous moment that bridges us from day to night but in the Universe the wisdom of the setting Sun is older than time. Outlandish in it's expression, it plays on every sense, setting the dark places inside me on fire, but one that doesn't burn. The dance of the setting sun is always the perfect amount of time to put the day to rest, to consider other possibilities, to let ourselves die and remember that we are allowed to invite unending bliss...reconnecting with our dreams, whatever they may be. I am sure this is where my people come from...this portal that foretells the secrets of the Sun.
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