birthday

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing…

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

 (and then… )

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart


i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

(and still…)

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places


yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

(and always…)

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you’re young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become.

Your life becomes you, Jasper. I am blessed to be part of it. Happy 4th birthday, love.

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