There is a peculiar lightness
I have observed that appears
to increase with age
On the anniversary eve of my
70th natal year
I glance towards the
Western horizon
stars all lit
stellar candles beckon
My breath, Pneuma
with gilded wings and
golden vessel
longs to explore the
vaster regions of self
Constellations dangle
Happy Birthday across
the Bright Unknown
I wait......
A vacant silk sari
fluttering, flickering,
in the fiery sunset dusk
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
There is a peculiar lightness
I have observed that appears
to increase with age
On the anniversary eve of my
70th natal year
I glance towards the
Western horizon
stars all lit
stellar candles beckon
My breath, Pneuma
with gilded wings and
golden vessel
longs to explore the
vaster regions of self
Constellations dangle
Happy Birthday across
the Bright Unknown
I wait......
A vacant silk sari
fluttering, flickering,
in the fiery sunset dusk
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