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."
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2 comments:
Exquisitely beautiful imagery, Jen.
Beautifully clear that we are not separate from the Source of all our good.
Wishing you the best,
Al McAllister
Thanks, Al! I continue to be
inspired and assisted by your sunflower poster
every day. It inspired me to rework the
poem, for one thing.
Peace and Love of I,
Jen
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