We, The Sun & I

We

We look out, and we are looked upon.
But always we.
We see, and we are seen.
But always we.
We search, and we are searched.
But always we.
We find, and we are found.
But always we.
We listen, and we are listened to.
But always we.
We hear, and we are heard.
But always we.
We know, and we are known.
But always we.
We reveal, and we are revealed.
But always we.
We form, and we are formed.
But always we.
We create, and we are created.
But always we.
We feel, and we are felt.
But always we.
We love, and we are loved.
But always we.
We hate, and we are hated.
But always we.
We give, and we are given.
But always we.
We take, and we are taken.
But always we.
We grasp, and we are grasped.
But always we.
We fear, and we are feared.
But always we.
We comfort, and we are comforted.
But always we.
We receive, and we are received.
But always we.
We dance, and we are danced.
But always we.
We play, and we are played.
But always we.
We wake, and we sleep.
But always we.
We rise, and we set.
But always we.
Always we.
We.

The Sun & I

When I rise in the darkness before the dawn,
When I sit on a rock at the edge of a vast ocean that calls me,
When I feel the sand washing away beneath my feet,
When the crashing waves fill my heart with a yearning for great adventure,
When the sky is painted with vivid strokes of gold, white, and pale blue, foretelling the coming of a new day,
When the clouds form a vast, grey wall at the edge of the world,
When the sea birds fly above me, keeping careful watch over the world below,
When the rays of light pierce my skin, chasing away the cold of night,
I know that it is only the Sun and I.

I absorb that which the sun has given freely, and I share that same gift to those who would be nourished,
But it is always, only the Sun and I.

I carry the sun’s warmth to distant lands, and I warm those who would also receive warmth.
But it is always, only the Sun and I.

I am shined upon, and I reflect.  

I reveal the world before me with the light that shines from within. Others may see that which has been revealed,
But it is always, forever, only the Sun and I. 

Together we rise. 

Together we will set. 

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Simon J. E. Drew

POET | MUSICIAN | PHILOSOPHER​

Simon is an Australian poet, musician and philosopher now based in Orange County, California. He is widely known as a populariser of the Stoic school of philosophy, though toward the beginning of 2020, Simon was led to explore his artistic and mystical nature. What ensued is captured most beautifully in the co-founding of The Walled Garden Philosophical Society, and even more so within the works featured in The Sanctuary Grove.

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