though I raise my Palm in promise I'm as raptured as the rest uprooted as the lute to lip charmingly disarming as the sounding Sirens drip...
the Nectar, flowing freely from the Fruit above the Vine, below the Root.
...so may your Wine flow pleasingly & plenty, drunken Bliss upon the Earth appealing to the healing of All intrinsic worth.
Like the flower, in it's hour of unfolding bursting Blossom lips upon the Altar, pierce my Heart fully open, as the Sun and Moon eclipse.
So through this selfless sacrifice, release the pains of worldly strife.
...and may the Truth bless us Be within this briefly Mystic blink in our Moment of reflection with the Universal wink.
*I raise my Cup to thee All ~Cheers!!!!
"the natural instincts of animals and birds during an eclipse is similar to that of dusk falling, then night-time and then dawn, all within a matter of minutes."