Sunsest

What was mine to do, I have done.
I thank the light for its work.

Sunset – Tum (West)

Intro

The sun lowers toward the western edge.
I release what I have carried today.
(I release what I have carried today.)

Verse 1 – Original

Hail unto Thee who art Tum in Thy setting,
even unto Thee who art Tum in Thy joy,
who travellest over the heavens in thy bark
at the Down‑going of the Sun.

Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow,
and Ra-Hoor-Khuit abideth at the helm.

Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Day.
(Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Day.)

Chorus

What was mine to do, I have done.
I thank the light for its work.
I welcome the quiet.
(I welcome the quiet.)

Verse 2 – Interpretation

I greet you, setting sun —
in your descent and in your quiet joy.

Your solar boat carries the dying light
across the western sky, at the close of the day.

Wisdom rides in the front, clear and calm,
and fierce joy steers from the back, untroubled.

I greet you from the houses of day —
from the bright hours I have walked through,
the work I have done, the love I have given.

The day completes its arc.
I release the light.
It goes where it goes.

Chorus

What was mine to do, I have done.
I thank the light for its work.
I welcome the quiet.
(I welcome the quiet.)

Outro

The sun will rise again.
I rest in the gathering dark.
(I rest in the gathering dark.)

Loui crow

This is a record of becoming.

I make music, practice mirror work, somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself.

I talk through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

I follow what supports me staying here — language, ritual, gentleness, curiosity.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that the body listens to language and that focus shapes experience.

Nothing here asks belief.

I share what I am learning as I go in case anyone resonates.

I leave breadcrumbs.

Take what feeds you.

Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.

You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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