When I pronounce the word future
I know it’s your birthday
Everything is open and possible
Like, flowers beneath your feet
The only roads are those that
Offer serendipity, divine access
You were always one to walk
The sunlight path, so when I hear
You breathe in transcendent footsteps
I make an inner smile, for the tapas
The weight of proofs were never enough for you
When I pronounce the world your lover
I know it’s your birthday
The tree of valid harmony above you
It too, is raining flowers for tomorrow
And everyday will feel like this –
A dazzling understanding, straight and simple
From the verity of your strange art of heart
When I pronounce the word creativity
I know it’s your birthday
A vaster vista, a garden of deeper love
Waits for you in the gentle now.
Wuji Seshat 
Lovely.
Thank you Sanctuary.
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