Happy Birthday Our Lovely Garden & Gardener Marianne

You are doubly in birth and blessed.
In incessant sacred beginnings.

They say: wave of cellular transformations,
And particles and parts,
Where is the Same?

Whose identity is gone,
In the whirlwind of impermanence,
And the delusion of time?

Whose dream is the mirage of everlasting stability,
In desolation of loss and sacrifice?

And birth in embracing insecurity?
And joy through pangs of birth?

Whose constant change?
Whose sacred birth?
Who possesses this Sameness?
Whose pronoun?
When everything is the verb:
To wither away.
What is the Same,
In the sight of evanescence?

This is your chime:
Mortal transfiguration,
In perennial sacred beginnings,
To be disposed to dispose of everything in time,
To give birth to the eternal wellspring.

You are the constant natality,
Within the rigidified senescence,
You are the puzzle of Eternal Becoming of the Same,
From defilement to innocence.

10/14/18