Tell me, oh tell me,
What more should I want for?
All of these beating hearts to which mine is linked by love’s tether —
Double the amount of loving arms willing to offer an embrace–
Tell me then,
What more should I want for?
None of Eden’s fruits are forbidden –
I’ve a life abundant in fruits of the flesh and spirit alike.
Full stomach. Full heart, hands filled by the hands of friends.
Why should I want for more?
This is my daily bread:
Laughter, which I’ve found to be the fount of youth —
Hugs, for which I’ve never been starved, lest it is I who, by some folly, have chosen to fast from– never unwillingly deprived, always given if I should only ask —
A single breath taken extra mindfully, to savor the air’s taste, suddenly present to the miracle that is creation —
Do you know what I’ve learned about breath, by the way? I’ve learned that the voids most of us carry within, the voids that most of us seek to fill, somehow, with more emptiness — can disappear if we would simply fill our lungs totally and fully. Fill the void with breath — you’d be surprised what a gift it is to breathe at all.
What else is my daily bread?
Music, one of the closest things to a nexus point between humanity and divinity that I can fathom,
My kittens, a reminder of purity and simplicity, their gaze capable of melting whatever ice has formed over my heart that day —
A glimpse of nature, the chirping of a bird, the Sunlight cast over my face, Moonlight caressing my cheek, the smell of the ocean somehow doubling the capacity of my lungs,
Books, literature, directly or indirectly telling me of the daily bread of other souls,
The celestial, the cosmic, reminding me of the interconnectedness of all of creation, the planets the pulse and beating hearts of the universe pumping through us, its veins —
Ad infinitum.
I am love. I am in love with being.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 