In the Quiet Sun

In the quiet sun rice begins its journey.

Tiny pearls emerge like precious jewels.


Grains of Rice, Tiruvannamalai, South India

In many places bullocks plow the land.


And old women bend over in a permanent arch.


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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