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
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