! ! Birthright, Giftright

Look at it this way for a moment, if it please you: those horoscopes (Dad called them ‘horror-scopes’) which we may read with mingled emotions, hopes, resentments; seeing fatalism imposed on us, rather than a challenge – suppose them, not as limitations laid on this unwilling innocent… but rather, that at very moment inside, outside, passing time, and in that very place, the balance of the cosmos – that, so exquisite, that we may never know the microscopic detail of its – Love’s – magnitude; that balance needed such as, exactly, and uniquely, you – yes, you - you, beyond any self-imposed limits such as guilt, regret, duties assumed, reproach or failure, roles adopted, status sought; or those demands of others to which to comply – to play that role the cosmos needs of you – and as the ancients say, not Fate but glorious Necessity.. to dance, to sing, to glide, to sail, to fly through life; life asking nothing more of you – oh bliss beyond belief – than that you let your light so shine before all men…and… just be… just be, and gloriously, yourself..