I chose when to be born.
And on the day of the
Summer solstice, 1961, I came into this place. This World.
I chose to be born with a
Wandering eye. Snaking perceptions
From around life's corners.
To be born to quest, to journey
Into life discovering truths, and
Liberating them.
I chose to be born, and to
Remain awhile at the river
Skipping stones.
To be born a servant of God,
But without vestments, without
Physical symbols. A servant in
Servant's clothing. With words,
and invisible magic, I do the work.
I chose to be born to
Balance. To bring together the
Fire and the Water. Holding them
In cupped hands, tasting both.
I chose to be born.
To be born to choose,
to discover,
to delight,
and to sing.
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