The Sun warms me and sets me free.

It calls on me to sacrifice my negativity:

My anger, my anxiety.

I like to hear the wind bell chime.

It rings not once, nor twice,

But forty times,

And now I know what time it is.

It’s time to sing.

Now the wind plays a melody.

It’s modest reticence appeals to me.

I give my worry and my esteem to the Sun.

I believe in it.

I have experienced its radiant beams.

I have seen it bring my dreams to pass.

It’s sprouted seeds and given them life,

And now I know what time it is.

Forty o’clock— 

Shocking, but true,

And I will sacrifice my strife and all my

Unfulfilled and ambitious aims to you, Great Sun,

And then I can merge with you

And your radiant beams of bliss,

And see that I’m at one with you,

And truly one, with everything else,

Because I know what time it is,

And, yet, I know that time does not exist

Here with you, Great Sun.

-jenn