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| Happy Birthday, Dear Baba. |
| The joy of Your birth comes painfully to me, |
| as did the birth of my son. |
| One can resist or yield. Either way there is pain. |
| But there is joy in eliminating the pain of resistance |
| to allow the pain of birth its glory. |
| So in single-minded yielding my son was born. |
| He came with Your presence all over him. |
| His birthday was Your birthday. |
| And Your birthday was my birthday. |
| As I held him for the first time, |
| I knew You held him as You hold me. |
| I saw him cry as I loved him, |
| as, in my ignorance, I cry in the presence of Your love. |
| As I changed his diapers, he did not know his discomfort |
| was my caring for him, |
| as I do not always know my suffering is in Your loving care. |
| How You must smile at my tears as I smile at his. |
How You must laugh with my laughter as I laugh with him. |
| My joy in watching him grow is Your joy in watching me grow. |
| For You are the child and the mother. |
| You are the receiver and the giver. |
| You are birth. |
| Every moment is Your birthday. |
| With every breath |
| my soul is born. |
| With each contraction |
| my heart must learn to love the pain of expanding |
| to allow your emergence. |
| In the breath of each of us, You are being born always. |
| As we embrace each other, You are being born. |
| As we suffer in our separation, You are being born. |
| As we are bonded in love, You are being born. |
| As we are doubtful and despairing, You are being born. |
| As we sing in the joy of Your presence, You are being born. |
| The power of Your birth is irrepressible, |
| for as You are being born, so are we. |
| Happy Birthday, Beloved Baba. |
| Happy Birthday to Us All! |
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