Sun Rising Up Poem by Mystic Qalandar

So happy—so ecstatic—
I feel you near.
Day and night,
darkness folds away
as the sun rises up.

I sing now—
light pours in,
and I dissolve in your remembrance.
With me—
you are with me—
watching, guiding,
before me, within me—
you are my very essence.

The sun rises up.
The sky—
eternal, ever-beautiful.
I hold your boundless expanse,
galaxies of radiant stars
studded upon its fabric—
and I am part of your infinite light.

Sun rising up,
I rise with it.
The wind whispers your name,
the rivers carry your song,
the mountains breathe your presence—
and I am here:
awake, alive, luminous.

Sun rising up,
sun rising up,
sun rising up—
my heart opens,
my soul ascends,
my being becomes your light.

I am the echo of your radiance,
the shimmer of your sky,
the pulse of your stars.
All around me,
within me,
you shine—
eternal and whole.

Sun rising up,
I rise with it.
Sun rising up,
I breathe your presence.
Sun rising up—
I am yours,
you are me,
we are light.

And in this luminous morning,
darkness retreats,
fear dissolves,
and joy—pure, ecstatic, infinite—
flows through every atom of my being.

Sun rising up,
sun rising up,
sun rising up—
always,
forever,
in me, in you,
we are one.

—Sun Rising Up