In the afternoon quiet
With the turtle dove and breeze
In simultaneous Being..
There comes a recognition
Of open Totality
And the experience of
Nothing to surrender...

One more year ends,
Counting few others.

This is the time
of the blown out candles,
Unaired balloon,
No whipped cream,
And non received postcards.

The closed restaurants,
And unreachable phone lines,
and boredom filled eyes.

It is the time of truth
Looking into my lines,
I have seen many years now,
Never seen times like this.

A very happy birthday to me.