Today I Turned 50

And I wrote this...

On the morning of 50, I awoke.
Changed, not by time, but by dream.

It had come in the night
Both ancient & new
A knowing, infused with my personal tale.

And memories from times past (there are 50 years worth),
And those beyond time.

This knowing, so deep, universal, infinite,
Yet not tasted, nor swallowed
Until one has lived.

She set herself,
In the sweet morning light
Gently on my lip,
Where I could taste her when ready.

And ready has settled in me,
Stirred & awakened
In all its wild, exuberant prime!