40


It is my birthday.

I begin cataloging my

accomplishments and failures

then let them all go.

Today is my birth day,

and I will celebrate this miracle

unabashedly.

I took form, drew breath, came into the light

blessed with all my senses,

especially gratitude.


Here I sit, spinning through space,

enveloped in beauty.

Every day I voyage out

into this corporeal life

teeming with offerings:

scent of wild rose

honeysuckle

plumeria

wave

jasmine

clove

sight of cloud

sunset

leaves

ocean

smile

moon

sound of coyote

  thunder

  choir

  laughter

  loon

  bagpipe

feel of petal

sand

sunbeam

moss

baby cheek

otter fur

taste of tears

chocolate

wine

blood

lemongrass

lip

I am sensible of the senselessness of this sensory overload

laid at my feet

every day,

no strings attached,

my birthright.

What's more,

I was granted

one great big love

beyond imagining.

What I am or do

is so much less

than the least of these miracles.

Here I be,

palms pressed,

honoring every happy accident

that brought this moment

to pass.