This sun is eternal.

Through so many clouds, a heart always shines.

It offers its light in homage to itself.

And from itself it gives light.

With its loving, it touches everything.

With its trusting, it grasps nothing.

Only giving, only thanking.

It never stops to think.

Through so much thinking, it always shines.

Through so many mirrors, it always is.

It never asks a mirror for light.

Only giving, only existing.

An eternal existing.