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a birthday remembered...

Love...
it was a bright day...
not unlike any other childhood days with no pain and no worries
breathing freely
inhale, a bright, bright day... with the sun warming my cheeks
feeling that silent and gentle wind against my face inspired a smile
it was so clear... that transparent feeling of life...
Living in the light that reflected across the ripples
of the once upon a time calm pond of my soul
knowing dark versus light are just waves keeping the motion of Being.

Alive...
breathing love...
exhale, a bright, bright day...
the kind of brightness that eyes, once shut soon seeks shelter from
under this tree my soul made it's home
shading my vision not knowing if there is wisdom
beyond the shadows that sways, a swaying meditating mood...
hypnotizing motions, reminiscent to the sway of my Mother's arms and finding nourishing sleep
dreaming swaying shadows reflecting the massive branches that blanketed the sky
as I sleep

I sleep...
dreaming love...
it was a bright, bright day...
under this Tree, this Creator of Life
I see two seedlings. they fell as fruits from above
and by some force they took root inches away.
close enough to touch... not far at all... but for me only a dream
with roots soon to be strong and bold as the Father
this Grand Tree with roots growing deep yet always pushing the soil searching east
so far east that it has tilted off center favoring west
Our Father is searching this Earth to touch Africa
as I reach...

I reach...
touching love...
on a bright, bright day...
under this tree, I heard a soft sound...
and only for that second in time, did the waves fill the air
gone the next... no echoes... no cries...
but my soul knew, something had changed...
today would be different...
I looked up seeing the sway that caused the shadows, nothing new.
I swayed... my eyes found her and my soul found love...
this perfect fruit, will soon to take root, It was her Birthday...
I wanted to reach and welcome her to earth
I prayed the wind would blow her closer...
I wanted to share my soil with her...
I prayed Mother Earth would never quake
did not wish her moved any further than my vision could reach.
I wanted to always be in the line of sight with her ebony eyes reflecting my love

I Love...
knowing love...
on a bright, bright day... like yesterday and faith in tomorrow
under this Tree, where we did not fall close enough to touch
but our roots grew stronger, pushing to find our way
pushing not to the east nor to the west, south or north
but pushing to touch and hold each other...
I Love You! for breathing love... is breathing you...
for dreaming love... is dreaming you...
for touching love... is touching you...
and for knowing love... is knowing you...

Under this Tree.
Sharing the same Soil, the same suckle on Earth's loving breast.
and always remembering the very day you fell near me...
the very day we fell for one another, our Birthday.
one Bright, Bright day.

Hertz Nazaire [ Naz ]

2/2002