feeling the love
To live life at the center – to incarnate at the center,
so that one’s limbs move with that fire;
to project ourselves into space;
this is theatre, flight, daily deed…
we practice
an alchemy which draws its fire at that center.
🔆
-Mary Caroline Richards
as the day of your birth arrives
.noticed
stirring me awake
the future precedes you
.celebrating
worlds being invented
because of you
I watch this creation
.swirling
musical matter
Melodious Curvature
.birth
I watch you hatching
wild and magical
.rebirth
removing the worn out
broken shell of your protection
.shattering
no longer useful
.defensive strategy
no longer needed
.becoming
fearless as your truest self
.wearing
your new number so very well
as the holy yellow light of you
shines from every doorway
.brilliant
the tilt of your head
those shades you’re wearing
just a shade
.bad-assy
in that good and healthy style
only those of true
.genius
can carry on their shoulders
My deepest soul
.smiles
arches towards you
to feel your glow.
.grins
to hear these whispers.
.happy birthday to m.e.
💞
Amy Lloyd
If you were a teardrop
Rolling down the face of eternity
I would catch you in my cradle made of light
And sing to you a song of gentle reassurance
—
If your heart burst with a thousand golden sunbeams
I would be your majestic field of sunflowers
Basking in your precious light in blissful contentment,
Marvelling in awestruck wonderment as I behold your magnificence.
—
If the seven oceans crashed and thundered
In the illusion of this world’s turmoil
I would be your quiet reflection
That brings still waters.
—
If all your hopes we spun into the misty web
Swaying in the eaves of the heavenly temple
I would be the sapphire dragonfly of transformation
That is willingly caught in your silken strands of truth.
I am waiting for you here on the summit of the White Mountain
Watching your beautiful journey
You are the joyful dance
I sprinkle your fertile garden with droplets of love from the great ocean.
💧
I am here by Julian Mann
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
~Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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