“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffused in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The Sun would rise from the Eastern horizon, and cut it’s way across the empty sky, and sink below the Western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the Sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.” — Haruki Murakami

marykateteske:

I could swear to you
that the heat of the burning
Sun lives in my chest.

lucyquin:

Solace

Catching beams of sunlight
in my palms
as they roll in through the window.
Comfort from a stranger
I’ve never met.
He’s traveled so far from home
to hold my hands,
to warm my skin,
to show me
the only consistency in life 
is the reassurance
of a new day.

“We lose a great deal, I think, when we lose this sense and feeling for the Sun. When all has been said, the adventure of the Sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on Natures’s sustaining and poetic spirit.” — Henry Beston

Sunlit Adventures (by CJY - Flash)

“The 
Earth would die
If the Sun stopped kissing her.” 
― Hāfez

More coneflowers (by greenwoman46)

“You need to become a pen in the Sun’s hand. We need for the Earth to sing through our pores and eyes.” ― Hāfez

Gerbera pollen (by greenwoman46)