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

will.

 

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

turning:

 

we may have died

a thousand deaths,

but (remember,

remember) we

hold a thousand

brilliant

suns.

 

 

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