Runaway Sun

So I wrote this in 2009 from my hospital bed, bit by bit as for weeks on end I stared out my hospital window. I love to read through it, look back and think back. The blessings that have gotten me here, now - are truly mesmerising <3 - Kasanndra

I envisage the beauty of creation and attempt to grasp the uncomprehendable as I ponder away into what seems like an eternity of awe in the bittersweet escape that is my haven. I imagine the sun to be sources of life discerned into tiny rays of wonder that magically appear here there and everywhere intermittently. What beauty i think to myself upon many other things, that is partaking in a heavenly comfort unlike any other to which all significance and existence of reality fades away. 

At times its emotive and captivating existence inspires the minority and reels me towards a place of genuine refuge, of solace and of emotion provoking thought. If i was to describe my place, like there was no other on earth, I imagine to the common it would seem almost surreal, but the definition of escape varies from one to another. This source of emotional recreation and comfort lies within the magnificent splendour of creation, His creation, in particular, the sun. It facilitates a secret place where all my thoughts are kept hidden in its treasure filled trinket of light, never to be revealed. Its ability to forest an abundance of secrets from its captives draws me closer everytime it breaks the darkness and gives me the reasurrance of a never failing ownership of security. 

Its important in times such as now that people are able to establish a healthy relationship between whats real and whats not, even just temporarily. A place where minds can wander freely and fears of judgement are disposed of in recipticals. I’d like to imagine such a prolific and inspiring source of emancipation would have its own story to be told and to be heard by its androids. The human need for compassion and love however desirable is not always achievable through physical substance, thus establishing a surreal sense of comfort can come only from His creation. I imagine the rays of the sun, influenced by moments of great love and joy to flow down to earth like whistling leaves of faith, capturing the wicked that infiltrate the deserving and demonstrating a love like no other. 

When at it’s strongest the pouring of life awakens the weak and the strong and brings them into its hold for a taste of momentary pleasure before it returns to the shadows. You never can predict the weather of this runaway sun; it’s magic consumes the hearts of many with it’s gentle golden touch. How peaceful it is to see the luscious lakes of velvet water glisten with life and the creatures yearn for shelter among the cool shadows resulting from happy trees with branches leaning towards their creator. This all produces a range of emotions within me, simply just by observing such wonder and moves me to a place where none can hurt nor shed any more tears. It takes me away, away from it all, just a glimpse of this beauty and i am liberated. As i watch the shadows consume creation and fall deep behind the horizon, i realise who i am. As a subtle hint of light from above cascades in the beyond its then i know where i belong. 

“Its my runaway sun where i discover you..”

written by Kasanndra Ryan 2009.