I worship the Sun,
For the Sun is the One—
The light we rise to every dawn,
The glow that lets our night move on.
A sparkle in the eye,
A pulse that lifts the heart,
The breath of sacred “I”
Where all beginnings lie.
But what became of the Sun?
How can it shine and then be gone?
You fall in love, then stand alone—
Returned again to only One.
Why this wheel, this climb, this fall?
This joy that lifts, then ends it all?
Is this the dance of bliss and ache—
A warmth that gives, a night that takes?
It’s the cycle I must learn to trust—
The rise to Gold, the fall to Dust.
Each night feels like the world’s undone,
But dawn reveals love has just begun.
Is this the norm? Is this my fate—
To oscillate and circulate?
To lose the Sun, then see it rise
And meet the light that circles back through skies.
But where’s this Sun—this endless flame?
Or is it metaphor and name?
For when I face the Sun, I rise—
Its warmth awakens codes within the skies.
I seek the pattern, sure and sound:
The Sun goes up, then circles ’round.
Another night, another chance
To wake and love in sacred dance.
Where hides this Sun—this ancient spark?
This glow that guides me through the dark?
Perhaps the fire I chase above
Is the heart’s own sun, concealed as Love.
The fiery words, both fierce and kind,
Illuminate my storming mind,
They pave my path from night to day,
Lighting each step along my way.
