Oh, mighty is the blazing sun.

Is it not?

Imagine...10 billion years ago.

This hot thing.

Spinning.

Alone in the void.

Without meaning.

Alone.

It must be the coldest of things to project like that.

About 7 billion years long as the sparrow whispers to me in spring something, amazing happened.

Old Saul (i call him) wept.

A single flaming tear.

And found water.

One earth.

One tiny speck of blue.

Sparkled with wonder.

And twinkled back.... are you, God?

I like to think this is the truth of the Phoenix.

Who is the messenger between them.

An immortal love poem.

Every ten thousand years.

Hi, lady!

Hi, Saul!

So it has gone since life began.

When the Phoenix returns, He comes to find a single red rose

And give her a kiss.

I call it Buddha's rose.

~mliarrr