| Brother Sun |
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By Kiara Windrider Brother Sun, I asked one day, Don’t you ever tire Of spinning endless circles across the sky? Rising, then setting, Eternal mystery of day and night? He looked at me then, Gazing softly into my heart, Filling me deep with his light. It is not I that spins through the skies Creating days and nights, he said. Here there is only undying light Of eternal radiance; All else is your perception. See me and you shall see yourself, All shadows are lifted in noonday light. Once you have seen, No longer can you be a speck circling around me, Blowing in the wind, Separate and alone. Be the Sun, be undying light; Yes, be a Sun unto yourself, And we shall circle, Always eternally within each other |