Yes, but let's not: Yes, but let's not misinterpret because instead of stepping on it, as 'footprints' could suggest, I am bowed completely down in utmost reverence and respect.
That volume is already: That volume is already completed although not all the poems have been posted yet. This one as discovered in notebook and typed up needed to go into an unfinished volume. Folders with cover pictures and links to amazon are published and available. The other volumes are waiting for me to decide when to publish them.
Laptops can be replaced. Not: Laptops can be replaced. Not so with gifted, valuable friends. Sending prayers and light to you now.
Thank you so very much for taking the time to leave such an intuitive and epic interpretation. It means the world to me to read your enlightened, far-reaching analysis and to have you along on my journey, but you have to focus on your health and do what is most important to you, so please, no apologies.
My sincerest gratitude and heartfelt prayers.
I love how you find inventive: I love how you find inventive ways to inject your signature wit, like little surprises, into a variety of creations. I laughed when I read the notes and also delighted in a very relatable situation well expressed. Much needed enjoyment.
Your stunning agility in this: Your stunning agility in this introspection seems polished and delightful enough, but, of course, it's yours to tweak and revise as you will.
Amazing work, clever wordcrafter.
Sly move, evoking the scents: Sly move, evoking the scents of sandalwood and cinnamon which have fiery, often nostalgic, associations for many people. Tied in with the visuals, the effect is powerful. Nice one.
Please forgive my delay in: Please forgive my delay in commenting. Both my body and laptop are faiiling.
The poem presents two centers of gravity: the statement of still being born, and the star in the center of this imperfect life. Although this world was created by Love (Who is God, as Saint John declared), and was perfect, our race's free will subjected it to sin and imperection and death. But Love has not abandoned us. There is a Star present with us, as Balaam prophesied, and we are in the process of transitioning, or being born, into Love's eternal kingdom. The poem tells us this in very memorable language.