Welcome,
And again thank you for sharing some time with me.
This is for the young ones,
The little ones.
I wrote this for my daughter Riley.
So take a seat,
Put your little ones on your lap and let them listen.
And we can all take a deep inhale breath.
And we can all let that out nice and slow and soft.
And enjoy.
Your sun will rise.
The next day came.
And as if earth skipped rotation,
It halted as the sun never rose.
Wise Earth sent a secret messenger back in time to see what happened to the sun.
Wise Earth not only makes time stand still,
But can even reverse it.
Advanced yoga training,
The force is strong with this one.
A nearby young star went over to the sun,
Kicked it playfully and said,
Sun,
What's wrong?
Why don't you rise for the earth?
The sun peeked up somber and says,
I'm having a bad day.
The poor little star dropped his lollipop and says,
Me too.
And sits in pity next to the sun.
Earth's moon awakens to see this from afar and yells over to the sun,
Sun,
What can I do to help you rise for earth?
For they need your energy.
Sun says nothing for a long time.
While feeling bluer and bluer.
And finally drops her head in dismay.
I just can't rise anymore.
Saddened more by this,
The little star cries as he leans into the sun.
Both now with very pouty lips and sad eyes.
The moon in a fury calls for earth's messenger,
Reports that the sun will never rise again.
What to do?
Surely we will all perish without the sun's enormous love and energy.
And let me tell you a little story about my friend the sun.
She's quite something this one.
The messenger stands on earth's highest peaks for this speech.
Yes,
It's Mount Everest,
Sun's most favorite spot where sacred lands interconnect.
The messenger stands tall and still.
Almost forever then takes a deep warm breath in and exhales the loudest ohm earth ever felt.
The vibrations went from ocean to ocean,
From land to land.
My sun,
My sun,
I hear your pain.
I feel you're not well today.
And forgive me that I'm so far away I cannot hold you close right now.
Yet soon I will be there with you and my hug as it has for so many will banish your sorrow.
Know my great sun that you inspire so many.
That your wisdom keeps us all moving forward and that we all in this vast universe love you unconditionally.
Sun,
Please take the time you need.
We here on earth are strong and we could sustain ourselves for a very long time.
Please,
You need not worry about us here.
Rest and nourish your spirit.
Sun takes a deep breath.
As if to say thank you winks at the messenger as he blushes away.
Meanwhile the little star kicks the sun so to get her attention.
Sun,
I found some chai tea and have a little left over for you.
Two sips perhaps.
The brave messenger ran in a fury knowing exactly what to do.
Went from land to land,
Sea to sea to awaken the earth.
Every being on earth small and large rose in unison and began to devour practice of 108 sun salutations to honor only her.
After the 108th salutation,
Earth and all beings completely exhausted were ready for a rest.
The brave messenger renounced all his worldly possessions.
All except the special mala sun once gave him.
The messenger,
Far too tired to speak,
Battle weary,
Could only hum to her at this point.
Hum,
Bah me,
Pah me,
Hum.
He crawled up to the highest peak on earth one last time.
His heart surged a beam and went out to her as if the last bit of energy would infuse the sun.
As his very soul tagged along for the ride,
It was time their energy met once more.
From his backpack he took out a copy of the Bhagavad Gita.
He,
With two hands,
Reached up to offer it to the sun as a gift.
Taking his last breath,
Entirely devoted to her,
The last being on earth finished all 108 sun salutations in her honor.
Earth looked dim and dismayed upon them all,
When,
Wait,
A beautiful winged hummingbird princess flew by,
Also exhausted as all beings of earth were.
With brave glitter in her eyes,
She ripped a set of verses out of the Gita and flew up with all of her might to the sun.
She reached further into the universe,
Any mortal as ever before,
But too fatigued to continue,
Fell hard back to earth.
But just then,
Sun's little sidekick,
Rejuvenated by Chaiti,
Was now a shooting star,
Flew by,
Scooped up the hummingbird princess and raced to the sun.
She lifts one eye,
Then the other,
As a surge of love comes deeply into her and reads the messenger's verses specially picked from her from the Gita.
Inspired so by these words,
She rises up,
Sees earth and all of its beauty and shines a powerful beam upon them.
Earth was once again thriving,
Beautiful and joyful,
And the sun was back in her place,
Tucked into earth's rotation.
The messenger,
Wise in his choosing of what verses to send the sun,
Verses 11-13 and 33-34,
Were enough to inspire her into a womb of happiness that lasted with an eternal flame within her.
The messenger's commentaries of these verses were later told to the sun,
As he whispered in her ear late one night,
As her own sun set for the evening,
Spirituality is only an experience.
It is beyond words that can describe it,
And the mind can only reach it so far.
Hence all of the great sacred literature can only reach to the point of the mind,
Yet not of the soul,
Not of the spirit.
Our scriptures contain the threads for us to attain our inner home.
And when this occurs,
We need no longer the very doctrine that took us there.
You no longer need the books,
My love,
Only to be present in your own experience,
The doorway into samadhi from our physical body.
The messenger smiles as he looks up at her and draws the Om symbol upon her face again.
You are Om,
My love,
You are Om.
Earth was at peace,
Sun was happier than ever,
Held in the overwhelming love that now encompasses her.
And our messenger was and always is in worship of her,
The sun.
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