Every day is your birthday

ace-of-cupsCan you recognise what you are being offered? Deep healing is occurring. Do you see the wings of the dove merging with the sea? Your soul name carved into the tree, tracing those words with your finger – until you become one and are entwined with your lover? See, see! It is all here for you, no other.

My heart is like a singing bird
                  Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
                  Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
                  That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
                  Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
                  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
                  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
                  In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
                  Is come, my love is come to me.

Christina Rossetti (A birthday, 1861)

http://wakingspirals.me/about/ – image used with thanks

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