Years are multiplying!
We celebrate our birthdays
though in the mirror we grieve
the fact that we inch by inch are dying.
Yet
the forces of life and death
in us in fact
are unifying.
They in and out,
in every breath,
in life and death,
in laughter,
against
a heart ranching crying,
reciprocally
counter each other
like wings
in flying.
Only in the dying
life
is death defying,
In each night of defeat
tomorrows’ triumph
is implying.
Underlying of every expedition,
we find something uncharted
yet obstinately undenying ,
a plant,
that learns the amaranthine shade
of growing,
like an infant
in its every fall, and again trying,
like whiteness blooming in spring
from the ashes
of preceding drying!
like whiteness in melting snows
that again
is in blossoms,
self-identifying,
So remember my darling :
every sway of elation and dismay,
every palpitation of life and death’s display,
is the garden's way
to tell us
to tell to the a vibrant butterfly in us:
no matter how short-lived:
"We are here to stay"
it is for electrifying
our everlasting
birthdays!
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I wrote this in 2012-13, for a member here, named herself " Slowly Dying". It was her birthday. She was quite suicidal as far as I remember.
I polished it a little bit.
