The Earth’s Silent Rite
A silent damsel of devotion,
Moving between the darkness and dawn,
Her hair unraveling into valleys,
Carrying whispers of warmth,
The sun leans into her a golden syllable
and she receives it with ancient grace,
holding just enough
to pass it on…
At dusk, fireflies rise
like scattered mantras,
tiny monks stitched with the light,
lifting sparks from her skin
and carrying them
into fields, forests, breathing hearts.
Leaves learn how to glow,
blood remembers how to move,
Nothing is hurried.
Nothing is wasted.
Moment after moment,
she becomes prayer
spreading the Sun
into all that breathes!
Project Details
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Acrylic on canvas
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Round 30" diameter
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Year 2026
