THE CLOSET MYSTIC

What you do not understand is this:

I am freedom.

Because you do not know freedom, you do not know me.

I am love.

Because you do not know love, you do not know me.

I am joy.

Because you do not know joy, you do not know me.

I am peace.

Because you do not know peace, you do not know me.

I am immaterial, and that is where my heart resides.

Because you’ve chained yourself to matter, you’ve no way of understanding my heart.

So, no —

You do not know me, and do not kid yourself into thinking you ever did.

I’ve been told in dreams, time and time again,

That my father is not my father,

Nor my mother my mother,

But that my true parents exist in a plane removed from our own.

I can feel their love. I know I will return home one day.

I am a changeling. I’ve always been a foreigner in my own home.

The place meant to be most familiar, I was most alien to.

All I know is I miss my family