“And yet, only a bad yogi
burns his feet
on hot coals.” – Miroslav Holub, Yoga

I am my own sun.

Fortune has not smiled,
indignation takes over now.
Rise with me like a heat,
everyday, everything must change.

In time you will come to see me
getting to this stage as
necessary, an important movement
in the scheme of all things
too terrible to contemplate.
Everyone, join hands with me.

Focus on me
like a magnifying glass;
anything you care to bring
makes me grow
exponentially, you can
see me from satellites.

I will not be put out.