The Sun, Moon and Myself

O lord you are the sun, first seed of life. Your grace flows in all directions irrespective of the receivers you shine forth with same grace to all. You are the source of the sources, origin of origins transforming yourself to different life forms yet separate. Your shine of grace available to everyone, Whenever gets reduced by fractions bring forth the coldness of sorrow and depressions, and when you bring the glance of your grace, it destroys the ignorance of the most ignorant.

Every living being nourishes under your grace, some of them become planets who give shelters to needed ones and some of them become moon revolving around your graced ones.

O lord here I am, A moon a cold, dark and a piece of nothing important to anyone. But your grace lights me, giving me the grace of happiness,knowledge and wealth. In ignorance I takes pride on these properties of yours during the full moon phases. Without noticing my destruction, This ignorance reduces your grace on me and my emotions starts waning and when I realise my fault all anyone can see in me, Is the darkness of absence of grace. But O lord you still shine your grace continuously on this ignorant one and the life starts waxing. Day by day your grace increases my presence in the world, your grace makes me shine like you in all the direction.

O lord This cycle is going on from ages and will keep going on. This ignorant one will keep waning and waxing but your grace is the only certain I know.

I am tired, and I accept that I cannot.

I surrender, I surrender.