His Majesty Sol
So bright, this sphere of power.
In times of old, worshipped as a deity
Before which man would cower.
For he spurned as he burned.
His shine engulfed the mind.
As the ages passed doubt was cast
And the truth became at last.
Belief waned and the center of
Our universe he did not remain.
Yet still, in defiance and challenge
He stares down haughtily as if he
Still reigns. The sun shows
Talents and influence each and
Every day. Should we question his ego
Through his ways? Does he realize the
Truth that he affects, but does not
Control with his shining rays. Only
For so long can the most brilliant of stars
Keep unexpected possibilities at bay.
Does humanity know dominion is not
A boon bestowed at birth? Does man and
Woman see that we are not the center of
Our earth? Beyond is much abundant life
That the world does birth. Yet, we flaunt
Our precious gift of capability, wearing
It with prideful mirth. Illusions take hold as we
Do not see beyond our own worth. The
Energy of his pull forces earth to circle
Round and round. In doing so opportunity,
Not control, is found. He says you will go my way,
To me you are bound. In such lust for
Power, he may drown. Not seeing what
Was truly created was fertile ground.
Where the magic of choice does resound, via
Day and night, and cycles of seasons
Abound. It is with force of will that
Mankind will quest to have it all, to
Possess, to be the best. We say you will go my
Way, to me you are bound. Desperate we
Are for all our desires tangible and
Intangible to finally crest. Deluded in to
Thinking we wield control. We misunderstand
Opportunities that our desires mold.
Whether we have or have not, our cycle
Of life continues to unfold. With each
Moment or action comes the next steppingstone,
And it does not care what we hold. Holding
Whatever we have so tight because we
Do not see the road. It is scary to
Know you cannot see where in fact you
Might go. Drowned in illusions because
At least that we can control. We can
See where we begin the journey, there
Is no surprise. Much as we are able to see
The sunrise at a new dawn, safely
With the naked eye. The end of the
Journey is our purpose or dream. Where
We wish to end up, we may also see. Thus,
We watch the sun set vibrantly on
The horizon, quite comfortably. It is
The active journey that we take,
Each step that we make, the maze, thicket,
Or terrain in between that we can never
Ever hope to see. We are blind until
We meet each moment along the way.
For if we tried to watch the suns journey
Across the sky in the midst of day,
The burn of pain and promise of
Blindness would forever block the way.
Misconceptions afoot should we try to
Dominate through display. An expedition
Of adventure, not certainty, is the only
True way through the fray. We are
Drawn to sneaking glimpses of that bright
White ball of light in the sky. Yet, Sol hides
The truth from prying eyes, believing
Itself far too great, for others to see of
What he is truly made. Showing a story that he
Wishes for us to see and hiding from
Direct view the magnificence of his
Diversity. He controls what we witness of his
Genuine core. Then, scatters light through prisms,
Rain droplets, and fog when he desires for us
To see a little bit more. Otherwise keeping
His natural body of red, orange, yellow,
Green, blue, violet, and indigo behind a well
Locked, white door. Oh, what deception in
This false dominion. How it takes for
Granted that all beings spy a rainbow of color
With unique vision. No two souls observe the
Same, for it is all based on their
Position. This weakness is a chink in
The armor of its mythic invincibility. Not
Wanting us to see all that it can be. Fearful
That in letting go there are simply no
Guarantees. This mammoth star
Showers its true purpose upon our
World unknowingly. Showing us the green of
Forests, the red of a rose, and the blue of a
Butterfly through its innocence of
Vulnerability. The human spirit is much the
Same, it is our greatest wonder. Full of charm,
Hope, and beauty that no force can
Ever put asunder. We need strive to let
Go of our deluded control, and risk in
Reaching out, the possibility of a blunder.
Black, brown, red, yellow, white and all
Reminiscent shades in between,
Together we are the brilliant rainbow
That is humanity. When we radiate our colors as
One upon the earth, the power we wield is a
Light that will overcome even the darkest
Night. This is the true alchemy of life. The
Fragile nature of our mortality we must face or
Strife can take root and may not be
Erased. Forgiveness and compassion are
Not found in the shadow. They are found in
Warm colors of sun that leave judgment and
Desire to loathe lost in the overcast of the
Bitter cold. Sun wants to be known even
In the dark. His majesty wishes to
Never leave the stage. Such arrogance weaves
Restriction, and a curtain that blinds is
Made. Lift obscurity and see authority
As the true facade. To see beyond his mass
To the gifts bestowed means he will recognize
His soul knows the true way. His soul
Purpose is beyond himself. At dusk,
Moonlight is sunlight. Oh, how it shines like
Truth on the wise old moon with delight, as Sun
Reflects his glow off the dull orb of night.
Thus, in the starry sky now hangs a
Moon that is bright. For eons, we have
Praised the moon for her sorcery, cultures, and
Customs. Lost in allurement we swoon. What
Allows us to see and feel the depths of her
Magic is the glitter the sun strewn. We want to
Be understood, acknowledged, and we wish to be
Known. But if we do not lift up others,
Then the truth is that we are alone.
Humility is a purpose sown. A purpose much
Greater than ourselves, and through this the light
Of us is shown. Sun and man, neither truly
Controls. We make the best things
Happen when we are not playing a role.
To become, we must let go. Therein lies
The freedom that will bring us home.
As they grow, people become accustomed to the trials and tribulations that come with experience. Thus, they find stability in taking control and being seen as infallible. The virtue and sincerity of humanity, once a part of our nature, very easily becomes lost during our journeys through life only to be unearthed much later through wisdom and story. The Deserted Garden by Elizabeth Barrett Browning recounts the vision of natural beauty through the innocent eyes of a child and how the barrenness that comes as time passes may be inevitable but the purity and hope of what we once knew will find its way back around to us again as the pendulum swings.
My article, A Midsummer Awakening, is an important supplemental read to consider on the coattails of His Majesty, Sol. Reviewing this post will provide further insight surrounding the details of what makes a journey worthwhile and what gives it its true power. Its connections and lessons are vital to encouraging a balance between the beauty of freedom found through humility, as well as the will of control determined by the ego.
