Sun-Heart Meditation by Yamin
Sunrise by Mary Oliver
You can die for it
– an idea, or the world.
People have done so,
brilliantly,
letting their small bodies
be bound to the stake,
creating an unforgettable
fury of light.
But this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar fabric of dawn,
I thought
of China,
and India
and Europe,
and I thought
how the sun blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes,
and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us?
Call it whatever you want,
it is happiness,
it is another one of the ways
to enter fire.
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