Mayan Solstice
Retrieved from the long silence
Of mourning for the forever lost,
A new, ancient sound is re-birthed in a sigh.
Both the end of a whimper and the beginning of a song.
Gestated at the end of time
And born again with the birth of the new time.
The freedom to be whole again is possible.
Heard in the sound within the sound
Of a bird singing to the dawn.
Birthday Blessing
May the earth be pleased at the touch of your feet
May your song mingle with the songs of birds
May the winds touch softly on your cheeks
And may your birthday remind you how good it is to be alive.
