AH, SUNFLOWER ME

Ah, weary sunflower me,
reaching, seeking, questioning:

"Glorious sun,
how can you love one
way below
your brilliant show?
I'm not a sun, I'm not a star,
I can only turn my face to thee
adoringly
from oh, so far..."

The Sun's reply:

"Beloved, you too are a sun,
and you and I are one.
Learn to look within and see
the shine that equals mine,
unstop your ears and hear the song
I sing to you, all day long,
sing with me:

'I am the lover and the loved,
I am the light of day and night
below and above, 
I am on course,
I am the source,
I am the source of love."