Who doesn’t love sunrises? Who doesn’t love remembering the same in dreams? Dreams have a power that can transcend the limitations of logic and knowledge. This sunrise from a low mountain range in sub-urban Mumbai took a special form. The poetry and the picture below explains this.
A churning ball of fire,
Rising flames of unquenched desire,
From the abyss of dark reality,
Creating rings of concurrent plurality,
Approaching my dormant emotions,
Infusing a vigor in these latent notions,
Making my core shine,
With the light of the divine,
A call of existence,
To wake up from resistance,
And embrace this friction,
To overcome any restriction,
That hinders this soul,
To live its purpose, its goal.
SUN: FIRE: ENERGY