poem

Written many years ago:

How intense are the rays of the sun,

travelling over the eons of space,

radiant clear to the core of my heart -

the place where nothing resists.

How glad I am that there only is one,

one eternal explosion to light my face,

one is enough to render me blind

to everything else that exists.

If only a love were so constant and sure,

never diminished by hurt or by sorrow,

I would not complain if the world filled with pain

disappeared in a blast of extinction.

If only a love were so perfect and pure,

one would suffice for today and tomorrow.

Perhaps the sun alone can claim

Such power and distinction.

Blessings, Astreia

Let go those things that age you

That wear you out and pull you down

Look up to the Sunshine

With open arms relax your frown

Give away those burdens

That act as Chains around your Heart

Pay no heed to blinkered Ones

Who tell you – you must play your part

Take your body out of there

Walk the coastline, find a tree

Sit your tiredness down awhile