In the Quiet Sun

In the quiet sun rice begins its journey.

Tiny pearls emerge like precious jewels.

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Grains of Rice, Tiruvannamalai, South India

In many places bullocks plow the land.

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And old women bend over in a permanent arch.

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Generation after generation the land surrenders its bounty

In cycle after cycle of endless stalks of rice.

A continuous display of ripening and decay,

Appearing and returning to the unknown silent deep.

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4 Responses to In the Quiet Sun

  1. vision5d2012 says:

    The never ending story of birth – life – death – rebirth –. India knows it so well. Thank you once again, Alia

  2. Jayashri Fairclough says:

    Lovely! All this is so ancient, isn’t it? The first photo is really magical. I can smell the rice!

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