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He told me “Everything that the sun touches is yours.” I sat with the idea of oneness for a while until eventually it was night after night, the thought that I was in everything and everything was in me; dreams of starry night skies and the catastrophic clash of clouds in every brilliant sunrise or sunset. In the end there is only purpose, truth and light, the choice to walk therein or to lie content without. Inside truth there is no good nor bad, we may be hurt and yet we stand unharmed, we may be wounded and yet we walk on undeterred. It is in truth and purpose that the spirit transcends the man. The goal therefore ought to be a steadfast existence in this light, the holding onto our truth without relinquishing, I dare say nothing else in life matters because it is here that all needed things will find us. We are the sun that commands the earths orbit, we are only in a constant state of awakening to ourselves. Our awakening is contingent upon the time spent relishing in our purpose, the unrelenting pursuit of it, in time we will see we have possessed so great a light all along. We need only to find and surrender to our truth and secondly to the hands on time. Time matures all things, in every passing moment all living things pass from life onwards towards death, and so we move from form to form, yet our truth remains steadfast. There is no controlling time, only being controlled by it, beyond capitulation time asks or rather demands of us trust if we are to grow into all we are supposed to be. In our purpose everything the sun touches is truly ours, but we must first learn to surrender to time and trust that all will come to pass in it’s proper hour. If we had our way we’d scarcely pick the trials, the days of longing and nights of agony but I’m enduring we find they were there to mold us into people that can truly hold the world in our hands. Everything the sun touches is ours inside our purpose, in time and with proper faith always in that order.