The Sun and the Light (in honour of Diwali, the Festival of Lights)
I stood at the very top of the hill where the sun shone down.
“You are too bright,” I said, squinted and began to turn away.
“No,” said the sun. “I am not very bright.”
“Not very bright?” I frowned, unbelieving.
“No,” smiled the sun. “I can never be as brilliant as you.
Look inside and see how you shimmer.”
I opened my heart and my soul’s Light poured out far and wide, joyfully, finally freed.
It was all so bright that I had to squint.
But just before I did I saw a glittering, all-knowing Light that gently enfolded my world.
And the sun sang.
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