I am the king in his fullness.
I am the godhead and the seat of consciousness.
I am the sun.
I am the flame eternal.
And yet I receive a no.
A no.
From a being who,
I desire.
I, the sun king.
But such sweet medicine.
that no,
For them.
If they do see me in my power,
The more powerful they see me,
The more unbelievable it must be
That their single word, no,
Could control the seat of the godhead itself.
And as for me,
The light in me,
Absorbs the truth of the sovereignty of the light in them.
I learn the lesson,
That the no they give,
Does nothing to lessen my divinity
Or my fullness.
And that any future no
That I receive from
The universe,
—Maybe in a future where I have slept little
And do not feel in my fullness—
That no is not a judgement of me.
It is from an external dream,
And not mine.
From an entirely different cosmos.
And so we slide past each other,
Continuing the dance.
Maybe in the next year,
Or the next life,
It’s a yes.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 