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.

A 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