Seventy Fourth Birthday
Jan 4, 2013
Looking down the strip of stores a ways,
I hear sharp voices of two little girls;
Five years old, and dressed in billowing skirts and sweaters,
Outlined sharply in a shaft of light,
They dance around each other, playing, gleeful, alive,
At-One within this present moment.
It’s my birthday.
All day I’ve felt the play of light and glee and laughter all around,
As if my angels and my guides and spirit-friends were partying
To celebrate with me my life on earth —
This time that’s let me start to learn the boundless sparks of God
And fall in love deeper and yet further still.
I know within that I am one with those two little girls –
I too am glee within this single stroke of time.
I revel that we all were born.
Today, my 74th birthday, is the first time I think I’ve ever been able to say, with feeling, “I’m so glad that I was born!” I learned several years ago to make that comment to others on their birthdays; celebrating who a person is, after all, is the main purpose of birthday celebrations – not counting years – an irrelevant pastime if ever there was one! Today, though, I finally felt – certainly for the first time in this way – the oneness of all life as Love. I received the amazing gift of spending the day being Love – giving and receiving, circulating, smiling inwardly as much as visibly. At One with my spirit-self, at the same time I was appreciating equally the physical delights that having a body has added to my experience of being, I suddenly realized anew why embodiment is such a desirable gift: it adds a whole new dimension in which to know God. It allows me to unite with beauty, joy, and presence while also reveling in the illusion of being a separate and appreciative observer.
I am grateful for this amazing day – my best birthday ever.