Sun Gate

The sun comes up beyond the gate,

Its light sifts through in fragments.

Can we remember that the sun will rise above us too?

At times, this arc may feel imperceptibly slow….

In those moments, can we see that the fractals playing through the gates

that we sometimes construct ourselves

Are just as beautiful as the full brilliance of the sun?

For they are shreds of the same source that warm us.

This light that fills the sky,

Ancient virgin who bears pure life into all the barren spaces.

Sun sparks of creativity and we remember our connection.

Sometimes the gate even opens and allows sun to flow in like a river,

Surging forth its illumination of inspiration,

Sometimes coming in waves of ebb and flow.

And then again, speckled like glitter that adorns our body,

Permeating skin to touch soul.

Sun sparkles spirit into animation

Of hope, love, connection, clarity, permanence, inspiration.

The gate is unlocked.