A Thousand Suns

“If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst forth at once in the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One.”   —   The Bhagavad Gita


You tell me

love is an abyss,

to fly toward its sun

is a doomed ascent;

Icarus tumbling,

life undone

by the heart and

its fumbling



You forget

we have lived

a thousand lives,

and you forget

we have flown

as stars in each one.

Listen (then listen

again) to your heart’s

burning wisdom,

the incandescence

born of the wheel’s



we may have died

a thousand deaths,

but (remember,

remember) we

hold a thousand





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