Seekers of the Sun
In the old days, when the voice of the wind was soft and clear, and the sun could still see fragments of the world below, it would wander through the sky to watch all of the shiny little people that roamed the broken land. They looked like twinkling stars, and they were of every color and shape, dancing like fire flies in the vast body of darkness.
Because of the fresh wounds of a life well worn, some of the people could not see or remember how bright and magnificent they truly were. So the loving sun, with all of it’s good intentions, would shine its light even brighter to illuminate them. Sometimes, the light would become so powerful and transcendent that it would open a hidden doorway into the realm of the heavens.
The hardened and weary bodies of the people, would become activated by the subtle and intoxicating melody of the cosmic spheres. The glistening aura of the light, would whisper the truth of their inner being into the core of their beating hearts. Trembling bodies, which had worked tirelessly their entire lives, would become still in that sacred moment. Souls that were heavy with the hardened tears of pain, would become lite as a prayer, and their tears would rise up into the cool soft waves of the sapphire ocean sky. They were the seekers of the golden sun, and the light that emanated from within their very being, was the eternal compass that guided them home.
