And to my other friend Steve, who as far as I know does not do yoga, happy birthday!
Here is a Rilke poem that I’ve always liked, translated by Robert Bly. The last line reminds me of something I read recently — “As death is inevitable for the living, so birth is inevitable for the dead.”
I find you in all these things of the world
that I love calmly, like a brother;
in things no one cares for you brood like a seed;
and to powerful things you give an immense power.
Strength plays such a marvelous game –
it moves through the things of the world like a servant,
groping out in roots, tapering in trunks,
and in the treetops like a rising from the dead.