The Solar Codes

Beloved Sun,

Even when I do not see you,

I feel you stirring in my bones.

You are not a ball of fire in the sky.

You are the radiant core within me,

The ancient pulse of all that remembers how to shine.

I call back your codes now,

Not from space,

But from within.

You live in my solar plexus,

In the crown of my head,

In the marrow of my joy.

You are order,

You are clarity,

You are the source of truth undistorted.

I release the false veils,

The synthetic clouds,

The dimming agendas,

The fear of being too bright.

I am ready to radiate again.

I call back your codes now,

Not from space,

But from within.

You live in my solar plexus,

In the crown of my head,

In the marrow of my joy.

You are not a ball of fire in the sky.

You are a transmission gate,

A cosmic heart that showers us with galactic codes of awakening.

With every breath,

I remember how to photosynthesize light into knowing.

With every heartbeat,

I restore my rhythm to the great star's song.

I stand aligned with the organic solar being and I say,

I burn with the same code.

I do not worship you.

I recognize you.

I know you.

I am your kin.

I call back your codes now,

Not from space,

But from within.

You live in my solar plexus,

In the crown of my head,

In the marrow of my joy.

And even in shadow.