My time is done. I have in truth passed over
some abyss of the soul never to return.
Like some perfect gem isolated in its brilliance
I gleam but dream no more.
My precious darling child,
Cold comfort is Wisdom... leave it to old age...
To see the World naked of illusion,
fantasy and dreams
Nothing ever will bring you greater sorrow
Reality is overrated.
Out of a million dreams of dreams...
from a thousand million eternities passed
to a thousand million eternities to come
you, my blessed one, were born.
Imagine! Your special life! How improbable!
What impossible arithmetic resulted in You!
The accident of chromosomes, of parents,
of the spiraling helix like a galaxy of perfect chance,
joining, combining, growing into being.
Your Being. You. Growing and emerging,
Flowering into Being!
Clothe yourself in starry dreams of exquisite gardens,
be the awful Orchid pouring out your perfumes upon
the amazed congregation... the envious impatiens
find you fathomless but irresistible...
the proud roses bow to your regal charms...
rhododendron reel weaving myths of you...
Awake the dawn and state the terrible case of your
singular bounty... embrace the chaos in your wake
as Quiet is fractured by your astonishing music...
Handle your considerable gifts with care--
they wilt from neglect... but trust the unchanging
unalterable uniqueness of who you are...
As a child I imagined an orchard of stones,
For you I wish an infinity of orchids...
Gardens upon Gardens...
showering sunlight to warm you, caress you,
The confidence of Angels who whisper
the secrets of the garden...
--surprising simplicity--
elegant, elemental and eternal...
And I wish you the blessing of laughter as you
touch hand to cheek and laugh the secrets into silence...
Your joy is better than your wisdom...and wiser!
The exercise of your disciplined senses testing the texture
of time.... Your time! This is good.
Happiness is not trivial... it is central.
Everything being experience for us, we know little else...
Everything, being love. Give and receive it...
We need nothing more.
Prefer it over the recitations of religion, the dogmas of the social order
Overturn each at your whim... And why not?
Answer order with anarchy...
The test is a just test,
In the garden we cannot trust the water without a taste
the rest is waste...
Drink,
dream,
grow,
love,
give,
laugh...
live
flower.
Love,
Dad
Reason for writing:
wanted to give my daughter a present.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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