Have you seen the Sun today?

A Letter from the Heart of Presence

Dear Hearts, beloved reader,

have you seen the sun today?

Not just seen it-but noticed it?

Have you felt its warmth quietly resting on your skin, the way it gilds the edges of leaves, turning morning walks into golden meditations? Have you realized, even fleetingly, how this great star rises day after day without demand or condition?

We live wrapped in miracles.

And yet... we forget.

We wake up and open our eyes, but not always our awareness. We enter a world that pulses with intelligence and generosity, but we carry the weight of urgency, of to-do lists, of stories spun in our heads. We scroll, we chase, we perform. And in doing so, we miss the sacred that's quietly whispering all around us.

"We are very ungrateful to existence," Osho once said.
"It has given so much to us-and without our asking."

It doesn't take effort to notice beauty. It takes slowing down. It takes willingness to step out of the auto-pilot trance and feel what's already here. Gratitude doesn't start with mantras or morning journals. It starts with presence. With the choice to look up. To feel. To receive what is already freely offered.

The trees are not asking for applause.

The moon doesn't charge for her phases.

The river flows whether you watch it or not.

And the sun-faithful, generous, silent-shines for all.

This is the nature of existence: unconditional offering.

And when we pause, when we see, something ancient awakens in us. Not duty. Not forced positivity. But a natural, effortless thankfulness. A reverence that rises like a quiet breath. This is not the kind of gratitude that has to be practiced-it's the kind that happens when you're truly present.

"The real you," Alan Watts reminds us, "is not a puppet which life pushes around. The real, deep down you is the whole universe."

And when we glimpse that-when we realize we are not separate from the sun, the stars, the flow of wind and breath and being-then we fall into a kind of worship that has no temple and no rules.

Just awe.

Just being.

Just a soft, wordless yes to life.

In a world that constantly tells us we need more, be more, prove more-there is radical power in choosing to stop and feel. To remember. To receive. The invitation is always open: to wake up to the mystery you are part of. To let your seeing become sacred. To touch the texture of the moment and know, without doubt: this is enough.

This is holy.

This is home.

So let today be simple.
Let today be soft.
Let today be a return.

To the sun.
To the breath.
To gratitude that rises not from practice, but from presence.

With love and golden sun light,

Bear Saorin