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.