My Birth

I delight in my creative existence,

I know of simple paths,

I revel in delightment,

I seek out my wonderment.

My breath brings into me my life.

I love my own thought,

on glorious bounds,

twinkling the corners of my eyes.

I enjoy the Clarity of Speech,

loving each word with relief,

not asking for any guise,

just releasing illusional piece.

A Gallery of Trust,

oxygen soothes my sides.

Etching on a comforting sign,

of my simple souls design.

Lovingly I find,

the death of all time.

Gentle do I say,

"My birth was really mean".

K.A.P.

6/23/2009