Look to me, my children.
I am your light, your source of life,
I am your truest friend.

To you it appears as though
I rise and set,
but I am always here,
always watching,
always shining my light.

For brief moments,
many of you become lost to me,
as your mother turns away on her axis.
Yet even then my companion, the moon,
reflects my light back to you.

Look to me, my children,
as your ancestors did before you.
You carry their wisdom in your veins,
and you know.
You know what I am here to tell you.

My children may call me sun,
but never forget that I am a star –
born to burn my brightest and fullest,
until I simply cannot burn anymore.

As were you.

You were never meant
to spend the day
hidden away,
laboring.
You were born to shine,
to burn and be your brightest and fullest.
You were born to love,
to grow, to feel joy,
to feel my light on your skin,
as you care for your mother,
as you build your home.

You were born to be
a light.
You each carry a piece of me inside of you,
and it comes to life when you feel
love, joy, elation.
You must listen to that feeling,
for it is me speaking to you.
It is me telling you,
‘Yes, child. This is why you are here.’
You must absorb my energy,
and pour it back out
into the world,
into your communities,
into your mother.

I am your truest friend,
I see you for all that you are,
and only that.
You, you, my child, are only here briefly,
yet your light – my light inside of you –
shines on.
So spend your time burning as
bright and full
as you possibly can.
Until you simply cannot burn anymore.