This Was My Birthday of the Soul

In being a beggar, I became a salesman

In being a lover, I became a priest

In being a student, I became an artist

In being a husband, I became an activist

To implore the hymn

Of a lifetime of identity

To be something else

Than a creator creating to

Fill the emptiness, loving to fill the void

In wanting, I received nothing

In giving, I received everything

I spit on the fact that

All this couldn’t have been realized sooner

When I wasn’t aware of

The gold fields of our souls!