The Maya doomsday of 2012 was here.
But a new day dawned and much became clear.
My Social Security number, you see,
Ends in my potent 93.
In 2012 Rob would have been 93.
My 81stbirthday on that Father’s Day
Summed to 19 (6/17/2012 = 19). And what can I say?
Rob’s year of birth is a double 19 (6/20/1919).
Yes, numbers shout. They want to be seen.
Jane’s 83rdbirthday in 2012 brings to mind
My ’83 journey of the innermost kind.
Numbers, like symbols, have their own special way
To be understood only
When we hear what they say.
In The Education of Oversoul Seven (Chapter 22)
My birthday (6/17/2211) appears.
The baby touches the symbols on the stones and he hears.
We’re on the same wavelength. That’s all I know.
Thanks, Rob, Jane and Seth. I do love you so.
Ute Kaboolian
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