Oceana Turns Five - Gimme Five!

26 JUL 2018.

My beloved second granddaughter, Oceana Elle-Helène Cervantes, has just turned five!

Before the day is done, my dear,
I really wanna greetcha -
and yearly send you Birthday cheer -
I'd surely love ta meetcha.

The Guiding Spirit which in my ear
did whisper that you Are -
although I had to bend to hear -
our heartbeats were not far.

It's like our faith in God, my dear -
you may not have "some evidence" -
yet even as HIs Word we hear,
so also I've your documents.

And this is reason sure to celebrate you -
Happy Birthday, my Oceana -
because you Are, and I Am too,
therefore we're One. And you are five.

😋😊😚😘

Fourth Birthday For Two (4. Geburtstag für 2)

Grandfather’s 4th-Birthday Greeting to Levi River Winter Cervantes:

(16 Jan. 2016)

I know a girl who’s four years old,

She just turned that today –

When they made her they broke the mold –

Then sent her out to play!

She lives in California,

Not far from the Pacific –

Her sister’s Oceana –

And Levi is terrific!

The winter’s cold the river’s froze,

Now curl up warm and cozy – yes?

One day for books you’ll have a nose

And read one by Cervantes.

Emmi Wird Vier!
(9. Jan. 2016)

Emmi wird schon vier Jahr' alt,
ihr Opa ist damit erstaunt –
und fragt sich wo die Zeit hin flug,
sie steht vor ihm so hell, so klug!

Er weißt noch wo er vier Jahr' war,
und auch all seine Kinder . . .
So viele Windeln hat er durch,
freute sich um Emmi – kein Wunder!

Sein Herz hat sie erobert schon,
als er sie erst anblickte –
jetzt tanzt sie 'rum in Kostüm schön,
und Opa schreibt ihr Gedichte.

Christmas 2013

Even if December isn't even nearly right, whatever:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY JESUS, we love you!
Now, I've invited my dear friend Vatican Frank and everyone else.
So first, make your breath long and deep and ever so refined, like music.

And now – let's all breathe in: Kyrie eleison – and out: Christe eleison.
And in: Christ-in-me – and out: United with all.
And in: all the love, the joy, the peace you can draw into you –
then out: all that love, that joy, that peace out out out into your world.
And really FEEL IT!

Don't join any clubs, and don't jump on any bandwagons, BUT:
also never be afraid of praising God,
and never be ashamed of praising God,
and never ever entertain the notion "I'm not worthy" – because you're not –
and it's NOT ABOUT THAT!

Trust me on this – or hear it yourself:
the rocks and trees and rivers and
every living breathing form on this Earth
(hence the fullness thereof)
is praising the glory of God ceaselessly –
for "atoms reel in praise of Thee!"
Now get very very still … and BE.

And now: let's say we rock! 

 

Two for Rachael

(at about age 4, in Sapphic verse-meter – sung and choreographed accordingly)

Innocently gazing with wide-eyed wonder,

Soft now, sweet breath, why tear my heart asunder?

Graceful child your form speaks of sweet surrender

Cradled in my arms.

Part now, daughter into your mother's summer,

Let her sing you soothe you into a slumber;

Always there remains between us a glimmer

Of love remembered.

Rachael, Rachael! tirelessly I hold you

In my heart by whose vision I behold you,

Seeing you in all children as I've told you –

Season by season.

(photo @ ca. one year)

(specifically on the occasion of her 7^th birthday)

Rachael the beloved        tender of flocks        herself a lamb . . .

The Rachael I know was born in a spasm of light and soft quietude.

            Her open beauty revealed an impish charm.

The Rachael I know eats ice-cream 'til it runs, and dances on the rug,

            showing off.

The Rachael I know is shy until she giggles and tells you what she knows.

The Rachael I know swings at playgrounds and whispers to her friends

            at lunchtime in a jumper.

The Rachael I know is growing up as sure as sand in spinach

            and blossoming like a Rocky Mountain Columbine

                   in the pure air of a high pasture.

Rachael the woman is yet to come        and where's the hurry . . .

Let her heart be kind, her smile warm, her touch

           enough to make anyone kiss her fingers and leave

                  with generosity on his lips . . .

let her be a happy girl, a healthy and inquisitive girl,

     let her face be always, please always, her own face.

O Rachael, your birthday is my birthday!

 (photo @ ca. age 14)

A Birthday Greeting, from Berlin to San Anselmo

An' if I do reach eight-score in Years

as is my Will, God will't e'en so,

on thy Breast I'll shed no less the Tears

for Love, which stay'th undiminish'd – know,

that if thou likewise give no Way to Time,

Sporana's flow unbroken through our very Limbs:

this very Lingam shall that very Mouth sublime

and that graced Yoni, still service with Light undimm'd.

Thy Birthday sacred in my Heart's Rememb'ring,

with Vigor's own Wisdom shall many more yet be;

e'er green, the Sap in this Tree for Lovemaking

shall e'er firm and whole indeed be spared for thee.

No Time's Ravage, no Years laid waste, but rather:

increaseth ever new this Love conscious, Tina-Benson . . .

to timeless' bathe with you, and cover you in Lather

by Light of countless Birthday-Candles, fulfill this Passion!