Song of the Sun God
Have you ever peeked out from behind a wisp of cloud and watched your children, those of
your body, dance upon the rugged earth and skim the evening tides?
I have
They are me
born from me, watched by me, and nourished by me
and I am them
I sing them songs of the meadows and the forests
I wrap them in curtains of amber, kissing them between the eyes
They revel in me
With rosy faces they embrace me, their toes buried in the mud of my molding
And I revel in them
They build fires in my name and raise hands high in my honor
They run through the fields of wildflowers and breath deeply the aroma of me
Have you ever felt the pull of your children, their bodies awash with the glow of love,
spiraling in tandem with the petals of your own love?
I have
They shine as I shine
In different forms in different dimensions
And yet I shine as they shine
I lift them on high and ferry them through pockets of crisp atmosphere
I feed them crimson and blue fruit, grown in my garden, the mother earth
They sing me
Songs of summer sunrise, pale pink stretching across the seamless waves of indigo
And I sing them
Have you ever thanked your children for the light they reflect, the glint of your own essence
twinkling through space and time?
I have
They thank me for the caress of my passing
And for them I will burn fiercely until my dying day