The Radiant Reality of Soul
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As sitting on a throne, the Sun looked perched
Upon a mountain, ready with its rays
To shine upon the valley all about –
To chase away the darkness in the trees,
.
To bring to light the individual leaves.
Then like a king who rises to his feet,
The Sun stood. With outstretched arms
He placed his warming hands upon the veil.
.
A million voices in the wind began
To blend with the orchestra in a nearby brook.
The dross of personal sense just seemed to melt
Away in consciousness and leave a sense
.
Of golden peace and beauty never seen
By human eyes but felt in the heart of Soul.