THE CLOSET MYSTIC

And after a descent into a valley

Where I did find relics and treasures 

to take with me on the journey ahead

I ascend up that hill.

my legs moan and groan

With the weight of the climb.

But now,

The view from the top,

Where I now sit,

Before yet another journey begins,

Fills me with joy,

With perspective —

With the childlike eternal joy,

Of the Sun, eternal youth.

Pure laughter

Pure joy

Pure, exuberant life. 

I sit in lotus at the peak,

And view a great expanse before me

My own life

The rising Sun before me

With so much possibility and promise

Green pastures and endless fields

And a million different directions to run

And with a smile I cry

For as the Sun rises
For,

Listen closely,

As the Sun rises,

Does the ice melt

And the waters fall

And I smile.

I just smile