One With God

My age has turned away from me. I am fresh with youth. Embarking on my 40s has officially begun. Today it was shining before me and gleaming with hope. I aged well as I bowled with friends in downtown Toronto. The cars masqueraded as symbols of wealth outside the restaurant we chose to eat in. My life was delicious. I relished the experience of existing within this skin. 

This day is the 93rd day of a leap year. It was as much of a leap year as the year I was born within. I stretched my way into this world and eventually morphed into this colossal human being. My birth brought me this life which in times of winter I have complained about. This golden life I wear as a crown on my head. It folds over again like the page of a concealed love note. I am morphing and examining the process of being the snake which shed her skin. 

It is I who glow with a fresh youth at another year of growing older. The joy of existence is that it is always my life which explodes like a firework before me. My brave hands have great things to dig into. Unearthing a new formula to manifest the heavens on earth which I have always desired. The air shall soon hum with congenial spirits. I have stepped into this life which never was meant to be dull. I am on fire with the wonderful scorch of inspiration. None have ever such been bit by the seed of desire. 

Tomorrow I shall bring new abandonment into being. Watch me drift away like dandelion fluff. Watch me recede into the gentle blue of a summer sky. I have kissed every star that ever shone upon this earth. My being has been wrapped in a warm blanket of saphire blue. I am disappearing into nothingness. Like a vapor I am becoming one with eternity. One with this life. One with God.