THE CLOSET MYSTIC

I am one with the wind, the air feels charged, do you feel it too? An electric current infuses the very wind, I look out and it simply does not compute, does not make intuitive sense that I am not sprouting wings and taking to the skies — ah, don’t you realize that in my dreams every night I do so, don’t you realize that this is how I feel, and yet, I know not if it is my own wings that allow this to happen or if it is the hands of angels that hoist me up, perhaps it is both, but ah, this is how I feel, and what I’ve learned is that my wings are fueled by joy. The deeper my joy, the higher I soar. So much possibility! So much life to be lived! So much love to know! Such heights to explore! Such depths to crash down to, to simply dust it off and laugh and soar again!