raised my hands like a tree
to hold his feet so he couldn't run
and thus the Solar I could see.
To know the truth was I inclined
and thus I climbed the mountain.
Like a crooked stick did I find
a cobra as tall as men!
Thus, down hill did I run.
Yet, the Sun could I see.
I held his feet - my day was done
- and went back to pray by the sea.
- A Tribute to the Sun (the One who rises and raises) : Suryanamaskar!
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