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