Poems for the Smiling Heart

The Sun and the Light

I stood at the very top of the hill
and gazed at the sun.
“You are too bright,” I said
squinted and turned to leave.
“No,” said the sun. “I’m not very bright.”
I frowned, unbelieving.
“I will never have your brilliance,” smiled the sun.
“Look inside.”

I did.

I opened my heart.
My soul’s Light so exquisitely bright
poured out into the world
and I squinted.
Through fluttering eyelashes
I saw a sacred, infinite radiance
illuminating our universe.

And the sun sang.