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Sep 2013
The break of dawn-
I stand near
the  river flowing
like life,
open my eyes wide
and gaze
the purple sun,
starting to
climb up the sky.
Water in my cupped
joined palms
offered to the sun
slowly gets heated,
warmth permeates to my body.
In to my inner ear
sun whispers
his music of colors;
a profusion
beyond words,
that creates
in my inside world,
never ending
fields of sunflowers,
that in joy, dance.
Thoughts that has
roots in light,
emerge from
deep down in mind,
on day and night.
Sun gazing originated in ancient times  continues to be a daily ritual in India, though number of people following it  is far  less now.Modern scientific studies prove that early morning sun'e rays charge the brain and enhance brain activity.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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