At New Year and Birthday
Air and life are timeless, limitless,
And yet we feel compelled to try to
Box both air and life,
To tick it off, to number it.
What difference does it make, really, that today I have not just moved through dream and waking states,
But rather marked a different, numbered year?
And why am I not just the person I was yesterday,
But rather now carry the burden of thinking
I have clicked into a different realm of age?
My life flows. It doesn’t move ahead in jerks.
I AM a breeze, a river, an awareness – not a clock or calendar.