Beyond the concrete jungle,

Beyond the bright security lights,

A blazing sun beams its way into the day.

It enters the room as the star of the show,

It’s entourage in purple just ahead of it,

And behind, the majesty of morning.

Those who know don’t talk.

The Sun, without a word declares 

Something more far reaching than mere confidence,

A clarity of everything it’s done before,

The constancy of unspeakable eons.

I’ve heard stories of those who tried

And failed to fly too near the Sun,

But I am sincere and without wax,

And if I myself melt and drip into the golden light,

I’m not afraid.

For I’m aware, that I, the Sun, the entourage

Are already One in the subtle Truth of Reality.

-jenn