Valentine

Valentine, how many times

can I tell you how much I appreciate you.

You are so clean, thinking ahead

to the things that will please me.

So calm and gentle, even when you give me

things no one else seems to know I want:

your vision makes it all clear for me.

When I'm worried about the energy sprayers

I see you and you show me we're not all alike;

you tell me that people are learning

and don't want to be criminals.

I don't mind our differences when you lift

me into a different light.

I appreciate you. I appreciate you.

You improve my life.

Stay trustworthy.

You give me hope.

I want more of you.

I appreciate you.

Another Valentine to you...

So many times I spun around you. I didn't notice you. Over the generations, sometimes I was you (me still me) (you still you?). I always felt I was so close to finding...something. What was I looking for exactly? A mirror? A window? A door? A friend? A God? Another Earth? Another heaven?

Time is meant to evolve life. We have a choice. But wouldn't we strive to perfect? Live it as you wish it. Live it toward more peace, more trust, more of what love was trying to succeed at more than 15 matryoshkas ago.

Long ago “I love you so much” meant a punch in the gut, even a kick in the back for us babies. No wonder we grew a segmented spine (we would have grown it anyway?).

We were getting variously dragged around but I remember when I looked and saw your family I felt happy (I saw you?).

What are you doing with yourself these days?

I hope you are having a Happy Valentine's Day, 2020

About Betty White

About Betty White:

There is a little girl

she is made of money

dollars, dubloons and ore

papyrus, silverbacks, and Earth's core

she is “rich the World over”

she has sharks and loves and doves and geese

she is wild and free and charm and grace

she is in “her own race”

she is a limpid pool, a firecracker, a sparkler

she is all the human stage and a private citizen

she is fir, she is fur, she is mate, she is tea

she is “magnificently free”

she is a whale and a mite

she is a gale and an eagles' sight

she is a goddess in a blade of grass

she is a slew of pixies

she kicks “serious ass”

I think she is so beautiful

we share together strengths

we are angels and demons

we are monkeys and finches

we are “in it for the long haul”

we come back from the front

we “make things sweet”

At fifty, I want a community

of adults who are in there 100's

when I am in my 100's

I hope you will “choose to stay”

This is written about natal names, things I think one is born with. It seems a never ending pool of knowledge about self and World.  
See this blog July 10, 2016 for more on natal names.