"BABA'S FETUS" (2021 painting) and below the painting, a Birthday Poem for You, BABA, titled, "DID NOT BELIEVE I COULD WRITE  YOU A BIRTHDAY POEM THIS YEAR"

DID NOT THINK I COULD WRITE YOU
A BIRTHDAY POEM THIS YEAR 

I didn't believe I could write You
a Birthday poem this year

because I'm in
the birth canal waiting
to be RE-born (again; same body)

and all I can see
is this limbo
of liminality.

Every year we celebrate
the paradox of the Birthday
of He Who is never born
and will never die.

You are
Father and Mother
of All.

All of our lifetimes
are but the birth passage
to becoming our Real Self:
YOU!

I know nothing
of that state.

ON WITH THE BIRTHING!