Locking gears,
I ride through the Astral Plane,
Feeling authentically me.
I ride towards the scorching sun,
Beelining my destination.
Changing gears,
Slowing down to a halt.
There,
In the presence of the light,
My body burns.
I want Him to ride along.
I'm burning hot.
Switching gears,
Riding with Ra through the
Astral Plane.
With him by my side,
Reveal what you want to reveal,
My request.
I embrace the knowledge
He bestows upon me.
I embrace the scenes
He wants to show me.
I'm burning hot.
I embrace tighter,
Not letting go.
Not running from it.
So hot it burns.
I burst into flames and
Transform into a bennu,
Absorbing the scorching light whole.
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Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2026 01:08
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
An Egyptian religious view expressed in metaphorical spiritual terms in this poem of phoenix like resurrection from the ashes burnt by a sun god. There is much symbolic in this write. Nicely done
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