Today a baby sun was born,

Like a baby horse,

A colt, dark and slick from its mother’s womb,

With the whitest of white stars blazing on its forehead.

It dripped up,

A ball of golden light

In a perfect sphere,

And rolled itself until it could stand upon its own.

It only took a few minutes,

Or a second,

Or a year,

Or ten thousand,

And then in a miracle of anti-gravity,

It rose,

Because it was composed of sound,

And then it began to orbit.

So closely to its mother at first,

And then slowly,

Its way expanded.

And now it flies,

Through the illusion of space and time

To shine the truth on wayward travelers,

Who may see its light

And dance to its music,

And return to the place

Where we will never be born

Separately again.

-jenn