We the Gift

We the Gift

On my Birthday all I have is Love to share through threads of thoughts that bind us all!

We The Gift

I am everybody's story.

Our Paths have crossed or not;

Yet I know, I know you ;

Our hearts beat the same, 

Right now, at this moment, 

As we breathe, as we live.

How different can then my story be!

From the hazy grey softness of the womb, 

I emerged ;

Light, love, warmth, food, and air.

Was not yours the same?

Of a different mother, of a different womb, 

You emerged;

Rest just the same!

Moments sometimes come momentous ;

Ordinary routine like pass by most times.

Emotions stretch high and low;

Smiles, frustrations, the search for more.

Never anything less, always something more.

Unsettled energy lives within me;

Unsettled energy resides in you too.

As the sun wipes out the clouds and makes its presence felt;

I break open the straps and step into life's conveyor belt.

You don't see the muck, you don't see the dark.

That recycles at home.

This is me --

Fresh, anew, open, bright.

This is what I allow the world to see. 

Hurriedly set in my chosen frame.

Perhaps in my very best.

I have seen you too, in your chosen frame. 

Beautiful, glowing, smiling;

Hurriedly set perhaps,

In your very best.

So the sameness again, 

Yours and mine,

And everybody's story rewind.

The surprise then comes in the Gift.

This astounding Universe, 

The stage is set, 

We rehearse, we create.

The steps we then take, 

The moves we soon make, 

Our vulnerability at stake.

Judgements passed, 

Perceptions perturbed.

In that we switch roles, 

In that we miss steps, 

In that we learn and grow.

Wherein lies the moral in this fabulous lore!

The Gift then is not to keep.

It's alive and it wants to thrive.

Exchange of ideas, adaptation, love for learning;

Kindness, humility, connection, bonding.

These are the components that keep us growing.

We pass them on as gifts,

To others. 

And in exchange,

We become our own greatest Gift, 

To keep.

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