As he rises, the world comes alive. His presence alone the goad of the life force to resume movement.
At the first hint in the eastern sky of his presence, the birds, every bird and all the birds, are spurred once again to sing. Their song the only fitting accompaniement suited to the magnificence of his presence.
And his presence slowly and inexorably touches the earth….and brings it to life. The flowers open and reach for him, the trees turn their leaves to bask and soak in his radiance. He warms the dust and dirt of the world and by his word transforms it into life giving soil.
The rushing waters call his name, the trickling creek whispers it and the waves crashing upon HIS rocks roar it out for all to hear.
And all who hear his glorious name… though they cannot comprehend it fully and are capable only of hearing the echoes that vaguely symbolize the primal power of creation that reverbrates from its sounding…..exalt.
Exalt at the coming of the Don.
Their eyes shine, their skin grows warm, their penises rise and their vulvas grow moist and their ears turn and cock in hopes of hearing more. All of the eye between the eyes open wide and then the shutters of consciousness must quickly and protectively close lest they be overwhelmed in glory that will burn a mere human brain to fundamental ash at the radiant vibration of his burning light.
He is the bringer of all things good and wholesome and wise.
The world …awakened, shrinks and bows as he bestrides it, spanning the oceans and the continents, blessing forest and desert, replenishing spring and lake, impregnating the flocks, manifesting honey in the hives. Stags and bulls lay down to die as he provides meat for the people in his passing and the feilds of wheat ripen, alonfg with the fruit of the trees and the buds and grapes of hemp and vine.
The moans of the wind mourn his passing as he again, as is his way, passes over the mountain. And in his absence, the cold and lonely night returns to the land.
He is the Don, and the world is a celebration of him.