The Sun

The Sun loved a girl with everything.

Everything, until there was nothing left, but Him.

Love it does this, it transforms you – into something.

Something magnificent, something glorious, something whole.

Something complete.

When you give – everything.

Despite what choices he may have made, the Sun always loved me.

In all of them.

Selflessly.

And because of that, it was him I became – from ash risen again.

Him who carried me, him who loved me, him who saved me.

Love, it saves you.

There was a man that shone like the sun, and had a laugh that filled him and the worlds with joy, just to watch him, and just to hear him.  Beaming sunshine, and glory – that is Om.

And he takes care of his Shanti.

Always.

No matter the choice he makes, this is what he chooses.

And that is how he became Me, and I became Him.

Teaching… and loving someone… and being… doing Yoga, and trying to be together despite everything.

Walking… and exploring and going out together.

Studying and navigating it all.

His mala on backwards – and a Victory that is mine.

Because I loved the Sun with everything.

This is what I became.

You are me,

My body,

My mind,

My soul.

Me

The Sun loved a girl with everything

And he became Himself

I, loved the Sun with everything.

And I became, my Self.

I wish you everything

From all we have given

All we have emptied

All we have become.

I wish you

Everything.

Always.

SDS